Fury’s brow furrowed. He had expected the webs launched at high speed to be more than capable of catching hold of his opponent, but never mind. He kept up with his opponent by following him through the air, though he made no moves until he reached his final destination. He was still talking. It was starting to piss Fury off. That was dangerous.

“Fine Old Man, let’s make this a real fight.” Fury was pretty sure his opponent hadn’t had the delight of experiencing his most powerful ability yet, he was about to though.

Fury dropped to the flat piece of webbing, which was fortunately not sticky in the slightest. It would make an ideal battleground for what he had in mind. He looked up, saw his opponent was nigh on twenty feet in front of him. Energy burst around his feet and he sped forward, using his momentum to drive a powerful downwards strike with his right fist towards his opponent’s forehead with more than enough force to kill an ordinary man outright. However, there was a subtle movement that would suggest to a trained fighter that this was only a best-case scenario attack, one shouldn’t be surprised if Fury had a counter already set for the inevitable defence he was likely to meet.