Fury’s hand managed to make purchase, and he tightened his grip around Kanitah’s wrist even as his punch hurtled towards his head. He turned towards the blow, something Fury had not expected, leaving the Fireen with only a small time span to do anything about it. He used his superior position to let his fist glance off his opponent’s head, though he still felt the audible snap of his fingers dislocating and the white hot pain filtered through the Void, so as not to incapacitate him. His fist shot into an open palm and he threw his right shoulder forward and around, while he put all his strength into quickly twisting the left arm behind Kanitah’s back his body span around, using his right hand which was now seeking purchase on Kanitah’s neck. 

Hopefully should all go well the Fireen would have quickly positioned himself behind Kanitah and possibly even broken his arm as he twisted it behind his back. However, this was a mere distraction for the dangerous move that was to follow, for should his right hand of managed to pull itself round he could quickly abandon his grip on the left arm while simultaneously moving in for a potentially fatal rear naked choke by wrapping his right arm under Kanitah’s neck, clutching his left bicep and forcing Kanitah’s head forward with his left hand, while all the while applying heavy pressure to both the throat and the jugular vein. 

Regardless of if Kanitah was particularly fazed by his oxygen being cut out, Fury’s energy draining qualities had got to work. Slithers of energy were being sapped from Kanitah on contact with the Fireen, every second that passed made Fury stronger.