[i]Never underestimate me[/i]

The older combatant was about to learn what the true purpose of Fury’s ‘slow’ walk really was, bait. Coupled with those energy sensing abilities, Fury had the upper hand this time. 

With extensive training in a form of martial-arts that could only be considered hybrid, but essentially resembled a nasty mix of Judo, kick-boxing and Tae kwon do for brutal efficiency, the Fireen was oddly prepared to be struck at from behind. In the act of stepping forward on his left foot, he raised up onto his toes and raised his right-leg behind him, viciously bending at the knee and launching it backward past the flying fist, incidentally directly at his opponent’s own incoming face. Due to his leg having significantly longer reach than the fist thrown, it was unlikely the attack would ever have time to reach him, depending on if his foe was strong enough to maintain his blow after the unexpected kick to the face.

To keep him destabilised, Fury also followed up with a spinning kick that brought him to face his opponent, by jumping back down onto his dominant right and swinging his left towards the lower torso, there was no conceivable way in his mind for his opponent to remain pressuring him until he was settled into a better fighting stance, fists in guard and right leg back. Fury was relying somewhat on him no longer being airborne after the back-kick stopped dead his momentum (because one had to remember, Fury was more than strong enough to hold back the older gentlemen’s relatively insignificant weight.) However, ultimately it was just a move to put him into a favourable position, and he wasn’t too bothered if the second kick landed or not.

“You should have let it go.” He spat, his eyes burning with the fire of war.