It's always a terrible choice, deciding whether or not to move or just take the blow when activating the word engine. Because you can move, it just really hurts. Opting on what would be the less painful option, Kanitah stood stock still as Fury rushed him. Leaping towards him and slamming his knee directly into his face. What had previously been a cracked bone in his nose was now a fully broken and bloodied nose, Kanitah was sent sliding backwards, his feet remaining firmly planted on the ground as he slid. It was about three feet of distance, not too much, and well within Fury's reach. 

Wires and iron infested his body from head to toe, a massive surge of light erupted from the machine and washed over him. Bathing him in a bright auburn light, adding another ring around every strike zone of his body. Machines caused his skin to ripple as they filled him, pushing his bones back into place and piercing through them with their cold mechanical insensitivity. Muscles were coated in sheets of metal that strengthened their resolve, bones were shoved aside or encased in metal. Some shards of bone that were too far pushed were simply crushed by the machine's tendrils. 

It became impossible for him to scream as they made their way into his jawline and held it there for a moment. The one little cable that worms its way into his nose only made a bigger mess of his broken nose, knocking the bone out of place entirely. All of this was happening faster than Kanitah can throw a punch, the Word Engine Mark 2 is so much more aggressive than the previous. 

The rings were in place, the machines were rooted through his body, and he was standing there. Just a few feet from Fury with his eyes closed and his breathing erratic. Sweat and blood dripped off of him in various places, tears streamed because of the pain. Even a little spittle flowed into his beard. 

[i]Man, the Engine makes me ugly.[/i] He thought as he stood there, composing himself.