The Fireen slowed his charge, changing his tactics when his foe dropped to the ground, relatively unscathed by his attacks but certainly distracted. He hovered about ten feet from the surface and thirty meters from his foe, and clearly saw General Freedom’s fist slam into the parkland itself with impressive strength, pulling out and launching the debris directly at the Fireen.

Fury grunted with exertion as he raised his right hand to catch the debris in mid-air with energy, surrounding the projectile with a blue glow. It left him vulnerable, as it took a few moments to slow down, but it was not quite obvious what he was doing and the General decided to use his time to attempt to taunt the Fireen.

Fury’s eyes narrowed in anger, as the General guessed the fate of his planet by chance, but not the true cause. 

“My people went quick.” Fury shouted at the top of his lungs, floating backwards slowly and pulling the debris with him, when it was almost at his right hand he took stock of the General’s position, wherever it may be. “Yours will burn!” Fury yelled, and simultaneously launched his projectile at the hero, with a massive wave of kinetic force propelling it with deadly intention.