When the grip took hold he had one of two options to escape from the rear naked choke. Deciding quickly on the first was what every person should do immediately. Jamming his fingers between Fury's arm and his throat he pulled forward, lowering himself to the ground and letting his own weight carry himself and his foe downward. Combining the caustic touch of Darligrov and his own grip he clenched Fury's arm tightly, intending to either tear the skin off or break Fury's grip. Allowing his own body to go limp as a fish would also make holding onto him more difficult in a rear standing choke. 

The sensation from earlier was much stronger now. Fury's contact felt like something was missing from his body, and the lactic acid in his muscles began building up faster and faster. Exhaustion was taking hold in the area around his neck, shoulders, and head. This is impossible, isn't it? No! Fury's a leech! Well if you want to suck Kanitah dry, you're gonna need some milk. Because he's awful spicy. The rings of Darligrov are caustic to those who commit evil acts, deemed so by Kanitah's sense of morality obviously. And on each of his shoulders were one ring, in prime position to cause severe burns to the Fireen's arm and wrist.