Fury stared at the erupting ground for a brief moment, watching Freedom blast upwards. The Nas’Gaduran were both incapacitated in very different ways by the rubble, but Fury himself was far from the epic-centre of the heroes explosive escape from the debris. He tracked his energy, as it rocketed high into the air above and caught the downward motion long before he could see it, with its accompanying ZPE blasts.

The Nas’Gaduran’s were fully out of action when the blast hit, obliterating the earth with an explosive eruption of unbridled force. Their singed bodies were thrown far from the park, and if they survived was uncertain, all Fury knew was that their energy levels were shot.

However, he had foresight to his credit, and all that abundant energy just sitting around in the form of a spear in his left hand, he formed a shield with it and blasted himself backwards towards the outskirts of the park. When the attack came, the earth split and the explosion washed over him, cracking his shield and sending him flying backwards into a police car, which crumpled around him like it was made of cardboard. The Fireen slumped and fell to the ground on one knee, shaking his head to clear it as his eyes burned with energy. He stood, ripping a door from the police-car with his left hand and blasting away the mortals firing pointlessly at him with a negligent wave of energy.

"Bastard." Fury cursed, climbing atop the car with his shield in hand, he sought out his foe with eyes alone. His gaze settled on the Hero some distance away, a metal beam in his hands...