[i]He’s right, I should be chasing him down and breaking his jaw while he wastes his breath yammering on at me[/i] Fury thought darkly. The Fireen looked unperturbed by his damaged armour as he had turned to face his opponent after his act of acrobatics. Though his brow was furrowed, the first sign of his temper flaring, the Fireen was still in relative control by some extreme act of willpower. Kanitah was picking up on his restraint, not realising that telling him to fight properly was probably not in his best interests, the Unbridled rage of the Void being an almost unstoppable force, and one Fury detested using except in the most extreme circumstances. There was still a touch of Manadar behind the shell of Fury and the soul of the Void.

Fury put his personal problems aside. He had come too far to back out of the fight with Kanitah now, which left him few options, either to kill him or beat him to the point where he couldn’t oppose Fury in the future. Fury noted his defensive stance and briefly considered launching energy glaives to cut the cocky warrior in two, abandoning the plan as he considered his finite and slowly dwindling energy reservoirs. His eyes narrowed as he took in the distance separating them, it was time he had a bite to eat.

Fury shifted back into a kick-boxing stance after closing the distance between them to about six feet, provided Kanitah hadn’t moved that is, in which case he would have gone on the defensive. He would then promptly circle Kanitah from outside his range, moving quickly behind him to strike low with an outside Ilyushin to his left knee with whatever leg was most suitable, targeting either the back front or side of the knee depending on the smaller warrior’s response.