If Skallagrim had one weakness the Fireen could exploit, it was his overconfidence bordering on arrogance. Not for a moment had he doubted in his ability to stop Fury’s projectile dead, and had in fact taken not a single evasive manoeuvre, which Fury had counted on. Skallagrim was not a physical being in the same way Fury was, the Fireen still remembered the vulnerabilities of the flesh and with it the caution that would have significantly altered his response to the plasma blade. Skallagrim however had been separated from anything resembling mortality for so long he did not react as a Fireen or indeed a Human would. The moment Fury felt the resistance of his opponent’s abilities acting on the blade he revealed his trap, like the first strike launched in their battle the Fireen once more had concealed the real threat behind his attack.

The telekinetic aura surrounding the plasma blade sheared away, first from the end still pointed towards Fury, allowing the gas to escape with explosive force. The ensuing burst of momentum saw the remaining plasma, dissipating rapidly as the telekinetic field broke down, hurtling towards Skallagrim anew with many times the force Fury himself could have provided. However, as the last of the plasma dissipated a glowing spear remained, one of the Fireen’s signature attacks, hidden within the blade and propelled by the sudden departure of superheated gas. The energy spear was an ability distinctly Fury’s own, and Skallagrim had no power over it, his chosen defence would fail. It followed its original path, Skallagrim’s only evasive action being a single step backwards, which to the spears new and terrifying speed would offer only milliseconds extra respite before it pierced the skeletal figure of his hated enemy. 

Meanwhile, Fury utilized the energy he had drawn into his body to combat the mesh, his energy laced sight offering him some insight into its capabilities before it had unleashed itself upon him he was at least somewhat prepared. Relying in truth upon Skallagrim soon being pierced by his spear, or failing that momentarily distracted, he used the stolen energy in his typical fashion, drawing it into his hands to bolster the shielding there. With a burst of sudden speed he pushed forward, reaching both hands into the hole in the mesh he himself had created with the blade and forcing his departure on the point where the mesh was weakest. All the while the threat of the net and instant death loomed over him, time slowed as the Fireen fought to reach his hated foe, the glowing spear hurtled towards its target, and the Dreamer’s designs made their presence known.