Fury wasn’t a fool, and no one with any real training allowed a blow like Kanitah’s to land fully when they weren’t even particularly inconvenienced. Unfortunately, Fury’s counter was somewhat negated by the fact that his opponent had quite happily taken a punch directly to the face in order to deliver his own response. Regardless, Fury’s left hand whipped to the side to bat away the blow with his arm, something slightly easier to do because his opponent had also sidestepped in the same direction, making the distance required to bat the fist fully away from his body significantly less. Unfortunately, Fury was obviously outmatched now physically, so his attempt only reduced Kanitah’s blow to about half-power which glanced directly off his left-side. 

The punch almost instantaneously cracked two ribs, those which had only begun to heal from his fight with Freedom some time ago. Like a true warrior, he used energy to stabilise himself rather than being thrown by the force of the punch. Only a single grunt of agony escaped his lips, even as his left foot stepped closer to Kanitah, his left hand leapt to seize the retreating wrist of Kanitah’s left hand, and simultaneously pulling downwards on the hopefully clamped arm he could unbalance the Older Warrior just long enough to throw a dangerous punch with his right directly into the side of his head.

However, the last thing he would do was let go if a grapple had been achieved. Knowing he couldn’t last long in a physical confrontation Fury was going to do what came naturally, drain every slither of energy he could.