Fury’s energy blast served its purpose, allowing him to spin around fully and dart forward while his opponent was blown back by the attack. He would have worried about the lava, but most of it had been thrown behind his opponent and his energy shielding could suffice for what remained on the ground, singing the petrified earth. His mind became strangely numb, filled with the flame of war which always seized him in times of extreme danger.

The distance was miniscule to Fury, who could run at extreme speeds especially when helped along with a burst of energy. In less than a second he was upon his foe, even as the strange hybrid readied his weapon, he wouldn’t have the chance to use the sword on the Fireen, Fury had seen it before. Driving down low on the opposite side to the readying blade, Fury was moving to collide with an outstretched wing, reaching for it with the closest hand and an iron grip.

With his momentum, it was possible that when Fury made contact with his powerful charge Drag could simply be thrown off his feet and flung forward ahead of the Fireen who’d seized him. If he was stronger than he looked and resisted being thrown by Fury’s collision with his wing then Fury’s next step would be all the easier.