Fury spat on the ground, feeling the energy signature of his opponent move and then fall further from his senses. He still had an uneasy feeling that the older warrior was still alive, the massive increase in power was enough to convince him of that possibility at any rate, but the Fireen was at least confident he had gained himself a significant respite.

His fist clamped down energy on a nearby structure of rock and he dragged it over to his position, melding it into a sort of throne facing the edge of the cliff. He sat down upon the petrified throne, waiting for Khazna to finish up his business so they could get off this wretched planet. His fingers drummed on the side of his chair, and he closed his eyes to better feel any residual energy around him. He needed some time to recharge.