Fury had told him to fuck off. Alright, there would be no introductions. Kanitah nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out two cords from them. Each cord was tipped with a small black bud. The old veteran slid these buds into his ears and pressed his pocket a bit, pressing a button on a small black box held within. They began to rumble with the sound of the deepest and heaviest bass imagineable. "See, usually I follow up introductions with this. But since you don't have the common courtesy of introductions, then I suppose I'll get right to it then."

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Rings of energy shimmering around his body, Kanitah tensed up and exploded into a mad sprint. Webs exploded around his feet as he ran, quickly closing the gap between him and Fury. The fireen's decidedly slow walk was about to be a bad decision. Just before the gap closed, the pundambayan raised his hand and leapt towards Fury. With his back turned to Kanitah this was going right for the back of his big blue head. 

With every single ounce of momentum and force behind this punch he was going to leave a mark on Fury, and teach him the meaning of respect. This was a pretty straight forward punch, the kind that you see in MMA. Kanitah's arm rocketed forwards at Fury, aiming directly at the back of his head with a sharp aerial haymaker. If that didn't get the message across that Kanitah wasn't the kind to turn your back to, then nothing will.