Fury was completely unsurprised when his opponent pulled himself from the chasm despite being sliced and diced by his powers and smashed about by the Fireen in general. Instead he raised one hand to his forehead and lent down on his hand, resting his elbow on the thrones arm. 

He wasn’t moving much, but the energy signature was enough to tell Fury what he needed to know, his opponent had actually increased his strength despite all his injuries. The Fireen shrugged internally; at least it would be more of a challenge now.

However, Fury was already tired of fighting; this wasn’t getting him any closer to his final goal anymore. Khazna was tied up, and the Fireen had half a mind to go obliterate his opponent so he and the Commander could get what they had come for in the desolate Spider Webs and then get back on track.

With an internal sigh he stood, shattering the chair as his feet touched down on solid ground, debris swirling around him like a small personal tornado. Energy surrounded each chunk of rock, and the Fireen was preparing himself to launch it at his opponent. It began to build up centrifugal force as it span around his body, and the Fireen clenched his teeth at the effort.