Fury had only a moment to be irritated that Skallagrim had caught him off guard with the almost the exact same ability twice, before he decided to survive would be the greatest indicator of his new strength. He launched the disc he still held into the incoming plasma and detonated it while diving backwards through the air with a sudden burst of energy propulsion. The resulting waves emanating from the detonation gave him the burst of speed required to escape the radius of the somewhat stunted plasma blast, coupled with his already credible height above the surface of the water. He sailed clear as his shield began to burn and tear in front of him under the intense heat, a mute reminder of what may have been should have failed to react in time.

There was something good to come from the tower of plasma however, as it increased the background energy the World Machine was able to garner. It was almost like a small star had appeared within its draining radius, which boosted the gathered energy for Fury almost ten-fold. With this in mind he skirted downwards, dropping in height towards the surface where Skallagrim likely lay, probably in an empty lake full of dead aquatic creatures. 

As he dropped down his right hand trailed only a few meters from the edge of the receding tower of plasma, as if he were a climber creating friction to slow his descent. However, the proximity was simply a means by which he could snatch the energy for himself in its raw plasma form. He packaged it carefully with telekinetic power, creating a dense parcel of high intensity plasma only a foot wide in the shape of a ball. He dragged it through the tower, almost like a child rolling a snowball across the surface of the snow to increase its size. His teeth gritted all the way, he descended towards Skallagrim, his anger rising.