After Fury made contact with the General he felt the ZPE energy flooding his system, and it was ecstasy to the Fireen warrior. His ears popped painfully as the power healed them, finally allowing him to hear the screams and cracking of masonry and glass as he carried forward with all his power, exiting the first building and slowing on entering the second. He threw his weight forward, attempting to drive the hero into the ground where he could gain an advantage as the powerful human’s energy was drained. Unfortunately, all he received for his trouble was the General’s elbow driving down towards him like a freight train, and even though he pulled away at the last moment he was still forced to let go of his foe as the blow slammed into the top of his skull, which he had directed into the attack to reduce the potential damage. It still hurt, a lot, and he span away from the General and ploughed through four cubicles on the opposite side of the room. When he finally stopped he jumped to his feet with the ease and skill of a warrior, blue energy jumping to his hands like fire.

“You’re causing quite a mess.” He observed coldly, bringing attention to the fact that the Hero was doing a terrible job of protecting people thus-far. It was a cruel remark, considering the lack of option the Fireen had given him, but Fury expected he would still take it to heart. He had personal experience with pain and guilt for events one has no control over. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness and after-effects of his foe’s blow, and stared at him across the office floor.