Despite all odds, ignoring all logic and reason, and even a little bit of physics. Somehow, Kanitah landed feet first on the ground. Facing upwards towards the foe who was coming towards him. It was so stunningly impossible that he just froze there, not even bothering to react because he was thinking about it all. For a moment, he thought to himself; [i]Huh.[/i] Before a big metal boot slammed directly into his face, plowing Kanitah backwards into the ground. The force carried by Fury's foot and downwards flight made Kanitah slide across the ground like a skateboard on concrete. Earth and grass were torn apart to make way for him, Fury's boot still pressed against his face. 

Incredible pain rolled across him, blood spilling from his now crushed nostrils. Kanitah's jaw had broken on the left side, the right side was only just faring a little better. His nose was entirely crushed and a few teeth were knocked loose inside of his mouth. If Fury's boot weren't crushing his face, he would have let out a scream. This, however, is just conjecture. 

Lying there on the ground, Kanitah arched his back and raised his hands upwards. Kanitah's inability to move was a harsh inconvenience, and the only thing that he could do right now is hope for a grapple on Fury's ankle. Really not much else he can do from this position.