Fury was burning on the inside, the foul energy he was taking in and the burning sensation of the rings was driving the Void very near to breaking point. Out of desperation… the inevitable happened.

Fury’s face lit bright blue, his eyes consumed by fire, and then he was gone. Only the Void remained, and Kanitah was trying to break its grip. An unnatural roar escaped it’s lips, but only a single word.

“No.”

The energy which naturally poured from Fury’s body suddenly burst forth, alongside the extra power he was constantly taking from Kanitah as each second ticked by. Even as he was starting to tip forward, burns marking his skin where the rings and the hands of his enemy touched him, he suddenly straightened and dragged Kanitah with him. The Unbridled Fury was the more physically significant of the two, his power unmatched in sheer physicality, this was where he was strongest and Kanitah no longer stood a chance. White hot rage caused the grip to tighten suddenly, his power rushing through his body, Fury was now capable of lifting anything up to 50 tonnes and that value was increasing as the Void’s power drove him to his peek… his maximum, and it wasn’t sustainable.

Luckily, Kanitah would be flat out dead in far less than a minute, because that was all Unbridled Fury had. 

The power of his grip was crushing, it was just as likely Kanitah’s bones would crack and shatter as it was that he would succumb to the massive quantities of energy now being stolen from him with every passing second.