Fury’s keen energy senses were aware of what was going on in Kanitah’s body and he smiled at the thought. This was what he had come for, a real fight, no more half measures. The Fireen’s own energy was pulsating rapidly and fluxuating to an almost painful degree as he used the pain of his past to fuel the battle of his future. It was not an easy process, to ignite his Unbridled Fury, usually it happened as a result of catastrophic damage or inherent catastrophe. It had to be that way, if he tried to use it every time he fought eventually someone would get wise and outrun him, burning him out and leaving him vulnerable.

They hadn’t yet though, everyone wanted to fight him blow for blow, Fury had that effect on people.

“Come on then Kantitah, fight for your worthless life, who the hell cares anymore.” Fury yelled, though there was hardly any distance between them anyway. Fury was still cold, but that didn’t matter just then, there was a fight to be had. He charged, hoping that Kanitah was busy engaging his power, cringing as each step brought waves of pain from his broken ribs. As he reached him he leapt, forcing himself off the ground with his left foot, bending his right leg and launching himself straight at Kanitah with a vicious flying knee to the head or chest, depending on how he stood or reacted.