Contact, that’s gunna hurt.

Fury slid across the ground a few more feet and then stopped, friction effectively killing his momentum. With a twist he pushed himself nimbly onto his feet, wincing slightly as his broken rib sent out another sting of discomfort. Kanitah was some distance in front of him and down again, blood evident as it poured down his chest from the cutting wound Fury had inflicted with his weapon. The Fireen barely allowed himself a moment of satisfaction at his opponent’s misfortune as he launched the glaive like a discus, trying to strike down the man before he could recover. It was aimed for mid-torso.

As the energy-discus left his hand on its deadly path the Fireen followed it, charging after his own attack, focused and dangerous.