Fury’s breakneck run petered out at the same depressed rate as his towering anger. His foe had skidded neatly away from his energy blast, which carved a deep groove in the earth where he had been standing before dissipating. However, now that he had fled it became apparent to the Fireen warrior that Skallagrim was in fact not present, only some duo of randoms, one of which had obviously recently entered the Nexus Of Worlds.

He finally brought himself to a stop maybe twenty feet ahead of the older man, his chest heaving more from the effort of calming down than any real exertion. For the first time, he could see the world around him. Webs, everywhere, though they were of no concern to a being as physically powerful as himself. The real problem was the lack of life, the petrified stone beneath his feet provided no sustenance to the hungry being inside his very soul. It would be almost more effort than it was worth to remain here for any lengthy period of time.

That was not even to mention the fact that his entrance was likely to attract some ire from the individuals in front of him. A cursory examination actually revealed a surprising amount of energy in their insignificant forms, which would have been a cause for worry had Fury not decided long ago he was unstoppable. He stood there and rotated both shoulders, the army apparel covering his six foot three inch frame rubbing uncomfortably against his wounded right shoulder, though it had for practical purposes retained all its usefulness.

“I see now you’re not who I thought you were.” He said finally, after a relatively uncomfortable silence. His voice was surprisingly normal in essence for a man, though with a strange Slavic tilt to it, however beneath the voice was an echoing quality, that suggested more to the man then met the eye, provided the blue lines of energy etching across his face had not already revealed that much.

“I suggest you let it go.” He finished, looking straight at Kholodny and ignoring Kanitah entirely. Though it was perfectly possible that he was too busy running for his pathetic life to even listen, and was more than glad to accept his proposal by default.