Damn! The punch hadn't had the effect he was expecting, Kanitah's wrist was caught by Fury's hand and there was a small moment where he noticed his view shifting downwards. Fury had pushed down when he grabbed his wrist, sneaky lil' pecker wasn't he? But Kanitah loved doing this. The Fireen was following up with a punch and there was no way he could block it. His footing was also askew so he wouldn't be able to lift his foe upwards to throw his balance in return. What was there to do, besides match his force? With a circular swing of his head and a very violent thrust with his forehead he slammed face first into Fury's hand. Three rings on his head, combined with the new metallic coating that he was sporting underneath his skin. That aught to be enough to make Fury think twice about punching him in the face. 

Again, however, the more strikes he received the more damage his epidermis was taking. Kanitah could tank and tank damage all day, but if he wound up killing himself by losing all of his damned skin what was it good for? Where Fury's hand collided with his forehead his skin was shredded between the amplified force of his own and the raw energy that the Fireen was exuding. Something was off, however, with his hand. A feeling that he wasn't enjoying too much, but something that was immediate. What is that feeling? He thought to himself.