“Fuck you old man.” Fury snorted, turning his back on the elderly combatant who threatened to beat him into a bloody pulp. He would have to do a lot better than that to get Fury to fight him, when he had absolutely no reason to what-so-ever. Fury began to stride away, using his advanced abilities to find out if Khazna was anywhere nearby so he could tell him they had come all this way for practically nothing.

His eyes were drawn to a small quantity of residual energy hiding in the rocky outcropping some distance away. The Fireen was enough of a soldier to know what Khazna was likely doing, surveying the situation from the high ground, so he began to move through webbing towards him. He considered jumping into the air again, but flying was energy consuming and he had perfectly good legs, so he contented himself with walking over to Khazna.