“You’re not putting up much of a fight.” Fury told him with disdain evident in his voice, only moments after his feet touched down from his powerful energy-laced kick. If it came to it Fury would happily beat his opponent into the dirt. 

His glance took in his opponent’s new position by the edge of the rocky island they were suspended upon. It seemed like a golden opportunity to deal with a foe who had showed no signs of being able to fly un-aided, though the Fireen was doubtful as to such an easy solution existing. It seemed like his opponents as of late were far more resilient then he was used to.

[i]Let’s see him survive this.[/i] 

The energy-wielding brute strode towards Kanitah purposely, his hands splayed and low palms down. Concentrating hard, he felt the energy within him swirling, biting, eager to escape the fate it faced within him at the mercy of the void. It manifested itself as two, sharp and bright, crescents of death which he balanced carefully underneath his hands. Fifteen feet, ten feet, he launched both discs with lethal intent; they crossed in mid-air and burst forward towards the hero at the side of the cliff. They were cutting off his escape by approaching him from each side at an angle, leaving only backwards and a narrow path directly ahead to conceivably escape the blades before they cut him through the middle. Unconsciously perhaps, the attack was similar in essence to one which had been successful against General Freedom previously, time would tell if results would be the same here. 

Regardless, Fury maintained his stride, because if Kanitah took the easiest escape directly forward it would place him into the path of the melee-dominating Fireen, who was more than happy to punch him off the cliff himself.