Though Kanitah was able to keep face pretty well, his own body was beginning to falter. Every part of his body that still had skin was dripping sweat, and his heart had begun to have this pinching and sharp feeling about it. Gritting his teeth he unraveled the whips from his hands and let them drop to the ground, lowering his hands to get as much momentum when he started swinging these things as he can. As he stared down Fury he began walking sideways to the right, turning as he did so. This was to close the gap but stay to Fury's side. As he walked the began speaking to Fury. "I figured you were already mad, Fury. With you still stepping up to me to be knocked back down." He winced slightly, that pain again. Kanitah guessed those ribs that had broken earlier were pressing against his lungs. Hopefully. If it was against his heart he would be in big trouble. 

To Fury it would look like Kanitah's still energetic and ready to go, but from Kanitah's point of view he's gotten his ass beat. The only thing preventing him from showing it is his stubbornness and pride. And the fact that it's hard to show exhaustion when the upper half of your face is missing about 50% of its skin and the lower half is covered in about a square foot of hair, but that's just semantics. 

The Pundambayan gradually approached Fury, after a few dozen steps he had begun to swing the whips in small circles. Giving them a small crack every time to punctuate the movement, hopefully these would be sufficient to keep Fury from getting in close. The leech needed to touch him to eat his energy, and that was dangerous when he doesn't know just how much energy he has left. Another loud crack of the whips. Kanitah thought to himself as he wandered. What am I going to do if he goes into that form again? I can't use Darligrov, it would drain me. I'd better hope that these whips work, because if not, I'm going to have a big problem on my hands.