Fury looked irritated with Khazna, though that was fairly standard for the Fireen. He had been handed some standard combat apparel somewhat similar to modern day soldiers. It left him far less protected then his Antireen mail, but that was out of action while the specialists worked it over.

“I’ll find it; I want to get this done.” He replied shortly, walking past the man and purposely showing off his power by stepping through an air-lock designed for ships and gesturing to the engineer to open up. He looked back for a second, just as he was thrown into the void of space.

Already feeling the drag of gravity pulling him, the Fireen surrounded himself in an energy shield and drove downwards, cutting through the atmosphere with no particular issue as he entered the petrified world of the Webs. It was certainly far less hospitable and far more alien than the Alternate Earth he had until recently been inhabiting, but the warrior wasn’t one to care much for aesthetics anyway.

He sped through the darkened sky with apparent ease, his highly sensitive energy sensing abilities leading him ever forward like a scent to a blood hound. Soon however, there was a subtle shifting, as if proximity had given him a greater understanding of the energy signature he was closing in on. He recognised it.

[I]Skallagrim.[/i]

Fury saw red, or in his case blue, and burst forward at an extraordinary speed. He barely had time to register that he was in fact charging down a short man, but rather launched a powerful explosive crescent of energy directly towards him and then slammed down into the ground, landing at a run and preparing to close the gap and kill who he thought was his worst enemy.