Brushing his beard with his thumb, Kanitah shuffled slowly to the right. [color=f26522]"My power? Why do you need my power?"[/color] Nothing that Fury had said was right, he had even said Kanitah's name instead of an insult geared towards his age. 

As he shuffled he began planning out his next move. That vicious glow in his hand was sure to be fatal, and Kanitah couldn't block it. Dodging it would be the only answer. But what was Fury going to do with it? He can project blasts of energy, or amplify the force of his punches with it. Like a swiss army knife of energy manipulation, instead of Kanitah's specific capabilities. 

As he tried to plan out his next move, confusion still burned in his ears. Nothing made sense about what Fury had said. [color=f26522]"And strong enough for what? What would my power give you that you don't already have?"[/color] With every step he took to the right, he made sure his guard was shifted to better protect his chest and head. Putting his arms between them just in case worse comes to worst. 

The answer in his head burned hotter than the confusion.

His word of power draws from all sources of energy at a constant rate, what if Fury knows that? The panic of this realization sent scalding hot blood coursing through his veins. 

If that was the case, there's only one solution.