Fortunately this skinny man was fast enough to survive the surprise attack, not only that, but he was already fleeing. Bidding a hasty introduction as he shot off into the distance. The veteran heaved a sigh of relief as he didn't witness the death of an innocent man before his eyes. Kanitah was not sure he could have taken that. Now, his attention turned to Fury speaking to himself it seemed. Khold was too far away for him to hear so Fury was just standing there, speaking to the air. Then the words passed his lips that sealed Kanitah's decision.

[i]"I suggest you let it go."[/i]

Was what followed the assault, this man was some kind of crazy if he thought that Kanitah was just going to let him get away with what he nearly did to Khold. Such cruelty behind those words as Khold fled the scene. Tension seized the air between them for a moment as Kanitah stood there, observing him for a moment. Literally sparking with energy, Fury's body was some kind of conduit for energy. News like this did not bode well for Kanitah. While he was gifted with Darligrov, he had no idea what kind of power Fury had. With a flick of his wrist he was able to project a wide beam of energy that likely would have cleaved Khold in half. Projectile energy and a passive leaking of energy? This man made Kanitah uneasy. 

But fuck that, he's Kanitah. The Hero of Pundambaya. 

"As a man who fights for the Justice of those who cannot, I will not simply allow this to pass. Your crimes include assailing a man with his back turned, and attempted murder. Where I come from, these are crimes punishable with extreme severity and bias." Clearing his mind of all inhibitions and hesitation he stared down Fury."My name is Kanitah Noraha Ayna. I would appreciate you telling me the name of the man who I shall be beating to a pulp today." The metal backpack that clung to his body with a few secure straps felt awful close right about now, as though it beckoned him. This idea was shaken out of his head immediately, the engine was only in case of foes who he knew he could never defeat without it. 

There was a feeling in the air, the residual chill in the air left behind after Khold had fallen to the ground and left behind a haunting quiet. It was a wild and untameable something, something that you only feel just before standing on a battlefield with a foe that you're uncertain you can defeat. And though Kanitah's nerves were steeled, he felt this air in his very bones, it was irresistible. And somewhat. . .Addictive.