Several hundred feet he fell, reaching terminal velocity as he plummeted into the abyss below. As the wind blew bast his face he waited patiently for his body to no longer protest moving. The numerous strands of hardened webbing rushed past him, gradually coming closer and closer to the pundambayan.Then, just before crashing into one at full speed, his hands swung outwards and latched onto it. It yielded and shattered from the force and he continued falling, catching hold of another bridge on the way down he swung himself forward. Into a wall of stone and web, with one hand he punched a hole in it and pulled out. Repeating until a gap large enough to envelop his body was formed, and he pushed himself through. 

Kanitah sat there for a minute, catching his breath. "My skin has been blown open, when the engine is deactivated I'm likely to collapse from shock." Looking down he saw the wound and the stained strands of metal where his muscle once was. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another shirt, he always had a couple in his pockets because he's always losing them. Whether by choice or by chance. "It won't prevent me from bleeding, but it will at least make me look less ghastly." Slowly pulling his shirt back over his torso he let off a few slow breaths, readying himself for what he was about to do. 

With his foot against the wall he shoved off and leapt to the other side of the chasm, grabbing ahold of a small rock face. Above ground, he was a few dozen yards behind the location where Khazna and Khold are. Looking towards the ceiling he saw that only a few thin strands of light fell down from above, he was underneath a coat of webbing. That just means he'll need a bit more speed to break through. The pundambayan smirked to himself, looking down at his feet from his hanging position. That wasn't going to be a problem. 

Rocking himself back and forth be swung in place on the dangling rock, causing it to slowly move from side to side in its suspended state. With one quick kick backwards he flipped up onto the stone and caught some decent footing again. This planet was crazy, he wondered just how far down the actual ground was. Or at least. Where the planet was. Because there's no way this is just some big ass spiderweb in space. It had to be made on something. He hoped. Floating space spiders that could form web from vacuum was a terrifying concept. 

"Alright, here we go." Now was the time to escape, Fury was up above and he hadn't pursued him into the pits. Good, that just meant navigation was easier. 

"Three." Lowering himself to the ground he readied for a powerful jump. 

"Two." His legs tensed in preparation, the rings themselves shimmered lightly against the darkness of the pits.

"One." The rock exploded from the force of his jump, Kanitah launched himself into the air at just below the speed of sound. Rocketing towards the cover sheet of webbing he hadn't gained enough boost to actually get to the top. "No worries!" He shouted, the sound feeling lagged behind as he soared upwards. With both of his arms he thrust forward and grappled the wall for a split second, throwing himself upwards in almost Spider-Man fashion, maintaining a portion of his speed as he made his way towards the surface.

Twenty yards.

Fifteen yards.

Ten yards.

Five yards! 

With the sound of cracking web and rock he broke through the surface and clung to what remained of the shattered webbing, pulling himself out of the hole he laid on his back and stared at the sky. "Aha!" His voice rang out, celebratory shouting and all that. The hero sat up and stared about a football field's length forward at Khazna and Khold in the distance. "Fury must have come with backup. Cold-y had better be tough enough to take him, or else me saving him was for nothing." For a moment he just sat there, staring into the beginning fight of Khazna and Khold. Knowing that he would have to get up sometime and go back to combat the Fireen.