Fury watched his opponent burst skyward as he stopped dead-still in the alley-way. Bricks and mortar dropped all around him, seemingly missing the Fireen, but more importantly the Hero was making his escape. Fury had not expected him to flee so soon.

Presuming it pointless to hide his ability to fly after so obviously presenting it at the beginning of their conflict, the Fireen opted to float upwards so that he had risen to maybe fifteen meters in the air and then adjusted his flight so that he was always directly below the hero, watching him intently to deduce what he planned to do. The Fireen had obliged in providing the first course of the battle, it was in his mind now Freedom’s turn to serve.