Fury’s eyes narrowed as he watched his opponent dive directly through one of his energy blasts, suffering few of the expected injuries, it was a good gauge of his durability. The Fireen was also settling back into his earlier defensive stance, expecting an attack immediately considering the nature of his defence, but instead he got more talk after his foe jumped back onto his feet faster than Fury could take advantage of his stumble.

[i]This one talks too much.[/i]

Fury charged at the so called hero as he flexed his muscles like some kind of male model. Though five feet hardly required much of a charge, it was more like a powerful burst off the ground sheering through webs like paper, and in a single bound Fury was close enough to swing a devastating blow towards his opponent’s body, aiming to crush his left ribs with a heavy right hand.

However, the swing was expendable at best, and Fury expected his opponent to respond with a guard even though he was being accosted in far from the best states (flexing rather than in a guard or at least some semblance of a fighting stance.) When the inevitable happened, his momentum would in fact carry him into a vicious round-house kick, his right foot launched with enough force to simply crush through any hastily built up guard and through to his opponent’s ribs. However, it was the slight edge Fury gave himself with a sudden unleashing of energy that would hopefully lend his blow the force to launch his opponent across the arena of battle.