The spear pulsed in his hands as he looked down upon his mortally stricken foe, sending one last wave of energy from the point into Kanitah’s heart to effectively destroy it. By all accounts it was probably a cleaner death than the smaller warrior would have expected from a brute like Fury. For his part the Fireen looked down on the laughing man until the end, stony face betraying nothing. He was breathing heavily, but by all accounts he had come out of the confrontation better than he expected. He stood, wincing and heavily favouring his un-injured side, turning away from Kanitah as he hobbled a few steps clear of his foe.

His hands strayed to his wrist, activating some device hidden there which seemed to serve some long range communications purpose. 

“I’m done here, send in the salvage squad.” He paused for a moment, the energy-scars on his face glowing briefly. “When the device is removed bury the body where it lies, leave some marker there.”

“Don’t question me.”