It had become a scramble for survival, a desperate battle to see who could kill the other faster. Although Fury was more powerful Kanitah had caught him off guard with the shoulder charge, and he would do it again! Using Fury's own body as a springboard, Kanitah pulled his elbow inwards and slammed it downwards. Sharply striking the ring enveloped flesh of his elbow into Fury's gut and lower ribcage, but not as an attack. Though that was an added bonus. No, this was to push Kanitah's upper body into a seated position on top of Fury's legs. 

Yes, very awkward positioning of his own legs, he knows. It actually hurts like hell to have his right leg tucked underneath his left and then force his body to twist, but comfort isn't his goal. His goal is to survive, and survival is all Kanitah's good at. 

As Fury brought that devastating punch up and around, Kanitah brought his own left arm around on a  collision course. This was happening midway through his vertical shove, and in hardly a split second. The panic in Kanitah's eyes, the fear of what's the come, it made this entire situation seem like a terrifying dream state. 

Screaming like some wounded beast, cornered and forced to fight for survival against a much larger best, Kanitah unleashed his last and best move to save his own life. Opening his hand and aiming to shove Fury's right hand into his own face or chest, depending on the resistance put up by the Fireen. The Pundambayan was going to try and use Fury's own vicious power against him, maybe losing his left hand in the process, but a left hand is replaceable. 

A life isn't.