Fury glared down at the slowly spreading miasma emanating from the iridescent form of Skallagrim below. It was like a sickness or disease had taken hold of the natural place to his energy sight, such was typical of the destructive nature of his hated enemy. The rage Fury felt deep within bubbled up suddenly, tapping into the malformed machine running through his armour, the World Machine. Briefly, he was in sync with Kanitah’s old weapon, and the discs he was manipulating suddenly pulsed and expanded with new power. His muscles tightened further to prevent the highly condensed force within them from escaping too soon, it was similar to over-pumping a tire except he was the rubber keeping the pent up pressure locked tight.

“Come on then Skallagrim, let’s see if you can still match my power!” He challenged the Dreamer, his body spinning and his right arm dropping downwards forcefully in a chop which launched one of his energy crescents towards the lake. It hurtled through the air with an electrical sound, pulses of blue force sparking from it as it plummeted straight towards Skallagrim in his watery hiding place. The disc impacted the water with a great crash and hiss, vast volumes of liquid becoming immediately displaced and even evaporating as it simply burned a path for itself towards his skeletal enemy. As he had utilized before in an earlier fight with Skallagrim, the disc did not have to impact him directly, Fury would detonate it at its optimum point, provided it had the force to cut through his protective barrier.

If not, Fury would learn, adapt, and take his vengeance.