Beads of sweat rolled down Kanitah's neck as the struggle persisted. Was this all that Fury had amounted to? A clingy leech that wanted nothing more than dinner and a movie? He knew that Fury was insane, but this was just pathetic! If he wanted a snack, he was going to have to fight for it.

Howling with frustration as he did so, Kanitah continued forcing his legs inward and twisted his shoulders and core muscles to his right. Then his left, continuing to rock back and forth.

With Fury's weight shifted, it would be an easy task for the hero to roll over on top of him. Putting Kanitah into the mounted position and turning him from the defensive to the offensive.