“There you are.”

Fury glimpsed the skeletal figure of his most hated foe hovering conspicuously over the water, and his mind set alight with thoughts of vengeance. Pulsating waves of force sent ripples of debris flying from his position, shards of wood lodging themselves in the surviving trees around him. This mute display of Fury’s power was enough perhaps to hint at his next move, characteristic of the vengeful Fireen, an insane frontal charge.

He burst forward and dropped to the ground, gliding over the devastated forest floor with great bounds and leaps accentuated by his energy manipulation. It was a mix between sprinting and flying that saw him clear the distance in seconds, his arms outstretched and reaching, forming great ropes of energy on either side of him and wrapping around the shards of wood and rock he passed. It was like his passage created some great vacuum that sucked the wreckage up and launched it forward, resulting in a unique phenomenon as he reached the water’s edge.

Before he himself leapt skyward, he threw both arms forward with a loud grunt as if he hefted some heavy object. In a certain sense he had, as he used telekinesis to thrust a great clustered mass of wood and rock in weaponized form directly at his foe across the water. Little of it would pose any danger of actually hitting Skallagrim, though evading it completely would be difficult as it covered a vast area, however to Fury it was little more than a distraction as he followed it, bursting into the air and over the water, his energy sight allowing him to perceive his foe even through the concealing cloud of debris.