The sudden shock of his opponent blasting into him interrupted Fury’s movement, stopping him from releasing the energy as intended. He could hardly launch the beam as he was bowled over by an attack that was far more powerful than it should have been. Vaguely his energy senses picked up that the disproportionate momentum of Kanitah’s counter had come from the strange rings adorning his body, but the Fireen had little time to consider this as he flew off his feet and slammed onto his back, skidding across the earth. Energy was seeping from his hand in nauseating waves as his concentration dimmed, his body screaming out its discomfort as he considered the injury he had likely suffered. How was it possible that a shoulder barge had dented his armour and broke his ribs?

Fury’s eyes narrowed, the wounds feeding his power, the energy increasing tenfold as pain was ruthlessly squashed and packaged, sent directly to the front lines.

Kanitah was on top of him, he could tell that vaguely, but his right arm was still free and he had plenty of opportunity to defend himself. He threw a right handed hook and opened his fist, finally releasing the pent up energy blast at an up and left angle to obliterate anything on top of him. If anything stopped his hand he would release the blast in a circular ball instead and damn the consequences, likely injuring himself but still clearing a wide area around him.