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The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Pundambayans are short for that exact reason.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

First strike inbound, Kanitah shifted his right leg inward and dipped forward. A punch aimed straight for Kanitah's nose. Any half decent fighter knows that the face is the easiest place to injure, and because the face bleeds the most it's the safest place for landing an initial blow. Should have seen that one coming a mile away. With two quick steps forward, his stance partially maintained, he ducked his head underneath Fury's arm and pressed forward into the Fireen's reach. The bulk of his smaller body swinging to the side as he wound up a straight punch to the dead center of Fury's chest. All too well he knew the risks of getting this close to Fury, he remembered the draining powers, but this punch was designed with the intent of pushing him back and knocking the wind out of him. Kanitah opened his mouth and let out a shout as he swung his arm forwards, lashing the ring enveloped fist straight at his foe's sternum.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

The Ku-Ni-Tin general that I am referencing was a psychopath who had hijacked the government's assets of war. Staging invasions on the principal of genetic purity, that all races were inferior.

The irony being that he was 80% machine, and 20% man. Making him a contradiction to his own doctrine. Phenomenal powers came with his mechanical upgrades though. Total nutjob.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

A sudden and noticeable hesitation at his question, Kanitah had struck a nerve. Good or bad? Never too sure with Fury's sort, reminded him of the Ku-Ni-Tin general during the invasion of Pundambaya. But something about his words had brought up a question inside of his foe's heart, which meant that there was still something sensible inside of him. Honestly, now's about the perfect time for Kanitah's favorite kind of therapy. If you can't talk your problems out, I'll beat them out of you. With no words, Kanitah slid himself into a stance similar to Horse stance, however, less dipped. His legs are still splayed but less widely, a wider range of motion of legs is necessary at this level of combat.

With a silent grumble, Kanitah muttered a single word. "Darligrov." Energy whipped around him in consecutive spirals, forming into rings around his body. A faint hum emitting from each of them as they spiraled into place. Kanitah knows Fury's stronger than he is, far stronger. The rings are really his only hope of fighting him.

His shoulders felt heavy as he remembered the device mounted to them, beneath his shirt. In their previous bout, he resorted to using its power to increase his own. At the heavy cost of nearly having a heart attack, Kanitah didn't want to use its power again. No, I can fight him without it. I'm strong enough, I know I am.

"Leaving your foes alive is how you change them. The living can reform, the dead can't." His doctrine of battle. "I've killed my fair share in the past. The invasion of Pundambaya forced me to." A slight flash of memories ran through his head, the armies he stared down. Only one soldier he had faced was anything like Fury, nobody else compared. "But I'd never kill in rage, only out of necessity!"

Then the rings ceased moving, vibrating slowly as they hovered less than an inch away from his skin. The Pundambayan warrior moved his arms forward with open palms, breathing in deeply. Fury would strike first, and how he reacts to it will determine the course of the entire battle.

With a deathly stare, Kanitah glared down the Fireen. "I'm not much stronger than I was back then, and I'm not getting any younger. But I'm certain I'll beat you this time." With a swift pull, he brought his arms back to his body. Clenching his fists tightly and pressing them to his sides. "If not, I'll probably die. I'll be honest."

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Both characters in crisis, spicy. Though, Kanitah's is officially resolved in his own personal storyline.

Didn't end well, had to kill his own daughter.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Though, to be honest. I really just expected Fury to respond with something along the vein of:
"I hate your face. Your smug sense of justice. I hate your guts and everything about you."

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Excellent

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Ah, that makes more sense. Often forget the voice isn't entirely his, possesed and the like.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

@MelonHead
I always imagine Fury as being voiced by Sean Schemmel, the voice of Goku. However, more angry. As in, constantly angry. So SSJ4 Goku.

And

I always imagine Kanitah as being voiced by Steve Blum, the voice of Spike Spiegel. However, deeper and a bit older. So Jack Cayman, another Blum role.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Had he heard the sound of air rushing apart as Fury fell from space, he would have looked up before the Fireen struck the ground. However, his music was far too loud. It wasn't until the eruption of debris and explosive boom threw his earbuds out that he noticed something was amiss. Disbelief and a deep seated fear flooded through his body, the music still quite audible despite the buds no longer in his ears. With one hand he cut the music off and slid a small plate and another bud into his ear. (A translator, because Pundambayans don't naturally speak English.) As the dust began to settle a far too familiar form emerged, Kanitah's eyes widened and the reflection of his old foe showed in his glossy orange eyes. By the All-Maker, this is about the last person I wanted to find out here.

With a grunt and a shove, Kanitah stood up from his seated position. The sleeve on his left arm sliding down to his wrist while the other stayed in place. The dust hadn't fully settled yet, and that awful stink of ionized air burned at his nostrils. If he didn't know how unpredictable Fury was, he would have chanced a sneeze.

"You-" The words began flowing from his mouth, out of sync with his lips. "Of all the people that I could'a bumped into in the middle of nowhere." Kanitah raised his arm and accusingly pointed at Fury. "It had to be you. What are you doing here, Fury? Don't you think that fiasco three years ago was enough?"

A pause for effect.

"Not only did we not finish what we started, you caused all this." He gestured to his right arm, a scar running from the back of his hand to his elbow, only visible because his sleeve was still up on this side. "And now my Daughter's out looking for you! She's willing to die to find you, and of all the people to show up here. It wasn't her, but you."

I love these pauses for dramatic effect!

"So now what? You're here to finish the job? Here to kill me so you feel closure? The one guy who stood up to you that you didn't kill?" Both of his pant legs fell down to his ankles, and he pulled his right sleeve down. Adjusting the cuff slightly, not even bothering to look at Fury. "Is that it?"

"Or did you just want to kill someone, and I happened to be the unlucky sod in your general vicinity?"