As Fury felt the metal around his foot begin to crush inwards on his flesh, he realised just how strong his foe was. Dangerously strong. His teeth gritted in pain as wave upon wave of screaming nerve signals ran from his damaged ribs and slowly broken foot, but he ignored them all as he was trained to and set himself to the task ahead. Kanitah began to roll, holding tightly to Fury’s leg but having gripped him at the foot he had made his task far more difficult. Like lifting a chair, when lifted from the very bottom the weight of an object grows more difficult to up-end, and Fury was offsetting any movement with his left leg firmly planted on the ground to the right of Kanitah. Then, Kanitah made the mistake of drawing Fury’s leg downwards by drawing his hand to his stomach, the natural result of which meant Kanitah was on his side as Fury’s right foot slid off his body and touched the ground, planting firmly on the earth. It left Kanitah looking like a melodramatic lover clutching his beloved’s leg, ineffectually being dragged along the ground without any sufficient leverage to stop the Fireen.

Though Kanitah was certainly strong, he wasn’t in a favourable position to topple Fury even with his greater strength. He’d be better off trying to hook his legs out from under him rather than topple him entirely with brute strength alone. Fury however had no intention of letting him do this, using his new access to Kanitah’s face as he turned around to slam his left leg at him in a low kick that barely saw his foot leave the ground. The gauntleted boot would probably impact Kanitah right in his injured nose, and Fury hoped it would be enough to make him let go.