Unhindered by Fury's strike, Kanitah continued to sail forwards another seventeen meters before placing his hand on the ground and stopping himself with angular momentum. Kanitah's weight slung towards the earth and he brought his other hand around to counter balance himself. Both of his knees hit the ground with substantial force and cratered the ground below him, causing him to drop a second but softer time. A noticeable chill was in the air to him, he thought maybe night was beginning to fall for a moment. 

It was much worse than simply night falling, Kanitah looked to the sky and saw no moon. The sun was still high in the sky, so he looked down. A steady ooze of blood was flowing from a freshly opened wound in his torso. Running from his left pectoral all the way down past his belly button, a clean cut that would have entirely gutted him if the engine hadn't been in the way. The cables that run through his chest and stomach were sliced open in several places and the skin had peeled apart to expose them to the air. 

The cold was the blood flowing from him, and there was nothing he could really do to stop it. Not with Fury still conscious and on the attack. 

Crouched down with both knees to the ground, Kanitah wasn't in the most opportune position for combat. Only the distance between them was keeping him safe, and knowing how quick Fury is. Kanitah was ready to react at the drop of a hat. 

With his right hand clenching tightly around a handful of dirt, Kanitah dug into the earth. What he had done before was about to be repeated, but before he couldn't do this. With every pound of force focused into his right hand, Kanitah clenched that ball of dirt until it was as hard as stone. Extending his fingers again and clenching repeatedly to add mass to the hardened dirt ball. 

[i]Fury can shoot beams of energy.[/i] He thought. [i]I can't do that, so my only ranged option is thrown objects. I hope that I can throw this hard enough.[/i]