Fury was walking towards the edge of the precipice by this point, his energy spear fully formed. It pulsated in his right hand, almost five feet in length. He looked down over the edge, spotting the massive energy signature barely moving down below, it had just about finished its work by this point.

“Fucker” Fury spat abusively, launching the spear straight down at his immobile foe, eager to score a finishing blow while he was barely able to move. It was aimed straight for his chest, angled downwards. Without seeing it coming Fury was fairly confident his foe was in for a world of pain very damn soon. 

For good measure, Fury blasted the rock below him with energy and rocketed backwards; crashing through webs and landing on the petrified earth some distance behind as the side of the cliff pulled away and hurtled down into the chasm below, hopefully crushing his opponent while he was already wounded.

“Stay down this time Old Man.” Fury told the air, this time fairly certain there wasn’t going to be any more energy coming from down below.