Fury watched Kanitah fly off the cliff, shaking his fist a little to clear the pain as was to be expected after such a forceful collision. He looked down to find his feet had sunk a little into the ground, but not too much.

“Fuck you Old Man.” He muttered rudely, thinking if he had not slain his foe he had at least seen the last of him for now. Then he drew his energy-seeking attention to studying Khazna’s position, wherever that skinny fuck was now he had some explaining to do. Fury turned on his heel, an angry twist to his lips as he looked again to where the Ice-skating little fairy had made off to.

He spotted two distant figures atop another rocky island suspended by more of the webbing all around him. Though he wasn’t gifted with particularly powerful sight, he could certainly see that the duo were people he recognised, one the icy bastard who had started all of this and the other likely Khazna. He spat on the floor, just as a guttural scream pierced the air… and it wasn’t getting further away.

He looked back to the chasm his foe had fallen in, where a steady powerful energy was being unleashed. The Fireen could only answer by drawing his own energy, an energy spear beginning to pulsate in his hand. More and more power accompanied the scream.

“Shit.”