Fury was a clingy som'bitch, that was for sure. They hit the ground hard, a bit of a crater forming underneath their combined weight as they skidded to a stop. It became instantly evident that Fury was trying to drain him by keeping him pinned down and grappled. The passive drain felt like someone was tugging at every fiber of his being, and if he didn't do something about it there would be hell to pay. There are really only two ways out of this kind of grapple. A wild grapple like this one was easier to get out of than a calculated grapple, and it was pretty evident that Fury's attempt hadn't worked out the way he originally planned.

The deadlocked pair had almost the exact same idea at the exact same time, and positioning between the two was entirely key to the effectiveness of their attacks. Kanitah's right arm was still in the position it had been left in from the failed strike to Fury's crown. This allowed for an almost instant response to the repositioning. Kanitah matched Fury's elbow with his own in a downwards strike, putting his arm between his head and Fury's arm. [color=aba000]"Lemme go you filthy leech!"[/color] The words were spat from his mouth as he bellowed them to Fury, a bit of spittle flying from his lips towards his foe.