“Bah.” Fury spat, as wood splinters blasted towards him. It wasn’t a very cost effective distraction as those things went, but it was still irritating. He raised one armoured arm in front of his face, relying on his shielding to send the debris around him harmlessly. As a soldier he was aware what Kanitah was doing, a slightly more explosive version of throwing sand in his face, but Fury was a good fifteen feet from the tree so he was confident he would at least have a moment to react.

Kanitah’s actions were still undetermined, but Fury had the smaller warrior’s energy trace locked so he could tell if he made a move even with his right arm in front of his face. Kanitah had but moments to react before he settled again in his ready stance. If he moved, Fury may just be a little more ready for his pressed attack than Kanitah realised.