Fury obviously had no way of knowing that his opponent had survived his beatings, and was currently working fervently to create some webbed weapon below him. With little else going on, he allowed some of his remaining energy to jump to his wounds and continue the healing process, figuring he wasn’t really going to be needing it.

As his bones crunched and reformed and bruises began to fade from his body he considered his options. Khazna was going to be a little while, and frankly the planet was far too dead for him to remain for any length of time. Save for the scant energy he’d stolen from his opponent Fury had very few sources to restore his strength… save for one thing which was kindly making itself accessible to him.

Drawn by the end of the conflict, and likely hoping for weak prey, a small horde of large spiders were approaching the Fireen from all sides. On his small circular platform of rock he had little space to manoeuvre, but frankly, Fury didn’t really need it. It wasn’t the entity one would expect that was about to feast. The first spiders reached him, and he pummelled them one by one into broken shards, stealing their energy all the while.

Continuing his weaving, Kanitah made sure to space his breathing carefully. Slowly regaining his composure with a bit of that mind over matter bit. As another five feet of the first whip were completed he moved onto crafting the second whip, beginning at the base of course and working his way up in a tedious and repetative fashion. At this point he was just relaxing his muscles and steadying his breath to make sure he had enough energy to last another fight without keeling over and dying from his heart exploding.

(Turns until improvised weapons are completed: 1)

The shortness of the post is unintended, but with company over it's hard to actually write a lot.

Like A Hurricane
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Blades both still spinning at an increasingly faster pitch, Tablurath had easily noted that Khold was still standing with his momentary glance upon landing. His opponent showing a startling amount of clairvoyance as he managed to avoid the sword. He would have literally have had to been moving from before his ice even started cracking for him to so cleanly avoid an attack he did not see coming. Not only did he manage that, but he was up on his feet again faster than it took Tablurath to land on his new perch. Achieving a startling amount in a mere second and half. Perhaps his opponent possessed god like reflexes and tactical mind. Or maybe he was incredibly lucky; this one was certainly full of surprises.

Tablurath had already started moving by the time waves of cryo-seidhr, the aesr that was abundant in and around Kholodny, had begun to manifest. To Tablurath's prescriptive senses, it was easy enough to locate the source. Not that there was any doubt it was a technique from the ice man. Ohhh! How exciting! Khazna was beginning to think that one would hand over the incentive indefinitely. Khazna was sure a prolonged drop in temperature would cause any condensation that loved to collect itself on webs just like these to soon freeze over. Obviously his opponent sought to stunt his mobility. Tablurath could not allow his opponent to succeed however, and it just so happened he knew the exact response.

Running along the length of one giant strand of spider silk as he was, he quickly sped toward the central pillar it connected to. The moment his leading foot connected with the rocks surface he sprinted directly up its length so quickly that he became nothing more than blur of movement moving at his maximum weighted speed. He sprinted around to the earth towers other side out of Khold's sight and reached the top of the pillar in no time at all. The momentum sent him skyward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

"Wheeeee!" He exclaimed as he reach max velocity. "How about we make it rain?"

Rising as high as 80 feet into the sky gave him quite the aerial view of the current battlefield. The vantage point also allowed him to see just how far Kholodny's cold wave covered the great stone platform they were currently on. It seemed to reach as far as the ice tower Khold had built his own ice platform from. Most Interesting.

Gripping both his swords in a tighter hold Tablurath began. "Blade." Black mist rose around him from both his sheaths. "Storm!"

He spun his right arm around using his weights to throw him into a wild spin. The moment his leading blade struck the black mist a fragment of it shot downward as it constructed itself into a duplicate blade. Tablurath's second did the same, even as he continued into his next rotation, and before the first blade had even fully formed and reached more than a few feet ahead of its sister clones, almost a dozen cuts had been made directly into the black mist. As if someone had suddenly turned on a faucet a near countless barrage of swords were falling earthbound directly toward Khold. Effectively fulfilling Tablurath's declaration, though certainly not in the same way Khold might have imagined.

The rain of blades was spread in a wider field of effect then just above Khold however, covering a little over 40 feet in a storm of falling swords that covered most of the island they fought on. Smaller cable thick threads of spider silk were torn or severed, unfortunate spiders scurrying about were impaled, with the field and giant spider threads following suit, each blade falling with enough force to pierce even Khold's ice, and the man himself unless he managed to avoid that fate. Now the most interesting aspect of these black mist forged weapons was they carried all the characteristics of their true counterparts. Which included their potent ability to absorb arcane aesr, or in other words the same kind of power Khold manipulated. In other words Khazna had made the entire battlefield a pseudo-anti magic zone.

If Khold acted fast he might still be able to avoid harm, but as one would remember, one blade had already slipped past Khold's defenses moments ago. The truth behind that attack had never truly been to kill him; it would have been extra icing on the cake but only icing. The ice at his feet had been the true target, even now that ice around him would be beyond his use, making manipulating it for his defense or escape impossible. Something he would find out the hard way if he tried manipulating it now.

Khazna knew he his swords did not simply cut magic, Starlhrim allowed the ability to do much more than that. Khold was going to learn why elementalist to arcanist feared and hated these weapons. The battlefield now littered with swords the time had come. His mad spin slowing as the black mist around him thinned, his cape flying out behind him, Tablurath descended just as the rain of blades was ending. He ran directly down the same pillar of stone as before leaping to the top of another then dashing to the top of yet another, both blades now growing hot from the friction as they were still spun with wild speed. Assuming of course Khold did not try intercepting him before his blade storm, a futile effort it would be he would find. Whether or not Khold survived the barrage of swords was yet to be seen, in either case the grounds were ready. It was time he really started pushing to see what this 'Cold Winter' was really capable of, especially without his signature ability.

It was, in fact, noteworthy that the moment that the blade touched the bowl of ice, and that's no exaggeration, literally milliseconds after the blades touched the ice shield he had made, Khold was aware of their presence. It wasn't a long shot to think of a person who, for the largest period of time, has been in control of his ice, in fact has the ability to feel through his ice. Any discrepancies, including but not limited to:

Unwanted contact
Unwanted melting
And most importantly, in this scenario unwanted penetration

With this in mind, the volley of falling blades was his biggest concern. At least, it would be, if Khold wasstupid. Previously, he had noted a disconect with his ice from Tablurath's blade. It's not unreasonable for him to put two and two together to realize "Oh hey, you're trying to disable my magic. I wonder what I'll do?" Khold's not dumb, far from it. He's above average in intelligence. Using the fact that Tablurath was able to cut through his pillar and make it start dissolving and the fact that swords are now beginning to be spontaneously created above him, it's very simple to deduce that he was trying to kill two birds with one stone and block Khold's magic and stab him to bits. It was rather funny, really, seeing Khazna start creating a hailstorm of metal death upon the battlefield that Khold knew would be useless. It was even funnier to see how he was spinning, it was as though he needed to go fast. As some kind of requirement of speed. Kholodny would swear he's played a game staring a character with the same motto.

Without much of a thought, Khold decided to migrate his position. As Tablurath had noticed, and so had Khold when he witnessed the 80 foot vertical jump. there's weaker gravity here. How fortunate is it then that Khold just so happens to be quite skilled himself at jumping. There wasn't much of an afterthought here when he decided that he was going to jump backwards through the air, his legs launching him through the skies, out from under the swords almost as soon as they start appearing. Khold isn't going to sit around and let a literal deluge of blades form above him. He ain't got those kind of balls. Under even normal circumstance, this would have been no normal jump. On Earth, Kholodny's legs, sans magic, can propel him through the air, forwards OR backwards at speeds of 85 miles per hour up to distances of 600 feet, 200 yards, or two American football fields. Unlike a lot of people who can jump really high that he has met, which isn't a lot of people mind you, Khold does in fact possess a way to not break his legs on impact. Kholodny Zima controls the wind itself. The wind makes sure to not let Khold hit the ground too hard, so he never has to worry about fall damage. HOWEVER this was no ordinary jump even for him! This was one hell of a longjump. Combine a planet with low gravity and a dude who can clear 2 football fields with no help and what happen?

They go really far. When I say 'far' I don't mean 9-10 feet. I don't even mean 20-30 feet. This jump is so monumental, normal people would mistake it for flying. The frigid man was sent soaring through the air at a high speeds and pretty good height, using his platform as a height boost for his jump. He sails out from the under the swords, moving at a clip of 125 feet per second, clearing the “Magic Free Zone” in about a quarter of a second and hurtling farther away by the millisecond. He watches Tablurath shrink as the distance increases, the man still spinning in the air as Khold flies away. By the time the Cardinal lands, the Russian Winter will be more than 150 feet out, safe from harm for the moment.

During the jump to landing period, Kholodny thinks to himself with the couple of seconds that he has. “Okay, beating this guy. Need to catch him. Reform your weapon.” He keeps the thoughts short so he can think more of them. The spear in his hand begins to remold itself around his fist, turning into a barrel like structure with a large opening on the end, like the barrel of a cannon. The harpoon head begins to shrink and split, sinking down into the barrel. Kholodny continues pouring energy into the wind sphere that is in his grasp, now at the end of the cannon. This wind sphere is now akin to a F3 tornado, with winds speeds of 200 miles per hour, making anything that comes out of the cannon, once complete, a horrendously fast missile.

Khold lands on the other side of a large pit, on a rather flat, rather large rock. It was hanging between two other very large rock formations, with webbing suspending the flat one in between. It was close to the area that Kanitah had come from, though the ice man had no idea how he managed to get here from being in front of Khold. Presumably something to do with the pits.

Yeah, Kanitah's whips were just finished off when he heard the sound of wind rushing over the top of the hole he had created previously. Curious, Kanitah looked up to spot the light mist of cold condensation falling down into the pit. It seemed that his icey new companion was still quite alive. Odd, he had thought Khold somewhat of a meek sort, judging by his immediate reaction earlier to flee from the scene of the battle. Not his problem, however, he has no reason to fight Khold. In fact, he hoped that Khold would call him friend at some point in time. Most reasonably, after the fighting was over, as words seem to fall on deaf ears in this world. And likely all others.

Why was that? His mind wandered for a moment as he stood himself up, finishing the knot around his palms and wrists. Safely securing the webbing in his hands. It's something odd that he's actually noticed here. Fury isn't reacting to stimuli like a normal man would. Insults on his person seem to fall flat, as though he either didn't understand them. Or they meant little to him. Maybe he was just some battle hardened war chieftain of some civilization of cruel and reasonably war like folk.

What if he's like, a zombie? You know, the undead? Yeah, that would make a bit more sense. These thoughts came to his head as he began scaling the walls, digging his metallic fingers into the stone and petrified gunk he clawed his way vertically. The thoughts persisted, like the thoughts you have before falling asleep, these sort of bugged at the back of his head. Like, why in the world was Fury so odd? His behavior doesn't seem to indicate that of a man who cares about his own survival, rather that of a man who just wants to win.

The zombie thought came to his head. What if there's like a mental defection that's in his head that's driving him crazy? Could I be the asshole here? Am I beating on a mental defunct? That'd be terrible, I'd feel like such a monster. Inside of the old Pundambayan's head he started feeling so bad in an almost comical fashion. Just before he reached the peak the cold touched what remained of his skin, chilling his spine to his feet.

As he entered the gap, the cold air around Khold blew against what remained of his head hair. For some reason his beard was wholly intact, like, there had been no attempts to actually punch him in the jaw. That was actually another thing that brought him back to his previous thoughts. Is Fury just fighting because he's scared or something? Is this guy a mental toddler? Oh sweet biscuits, what kind of monster am I? He hoisted himself up through the gap again, standing up straight and looking upwards into Khold's eyes.

Taking a deep breath he held up the nine foot long pair of twin whips. "Hey. I made these things." Waving them a bit to get the tip of them closer to Khold's feet. "Can you make them better?"

(Improvised Weapons completed.)

Fury lay on the ground, surrounded by the drained corpses of giant spiders, his clothing splattered with blood.

He looked up at a dark horizon, sensing nothing of the inhabitants of the planet which he was pretty sure were hiding from him now. There was only the powerful individuals respectively scattered around him, it was in this rare moment of tranquillity that Fury realised Kanitah was still in play. He sighed inwardly, and outwardly, letting his head bang against the petrified ground.

“Back to work.” He muttered to himself.

Slowly, so as not to rush something which he usually rushed, he allowed the ebbs of energy twisting around his body at all times to pool into the palms of his hands. He continued to lie there readying himself for the next round of fighting, which he assured himself would be the last, one way or another.

Drag had walked through a portal, and expected his foot to touch a nice, solid ground on the other side. Instead, it was air, and he was about 50 feet up, screaming loudly (though he wasn't falling very fast, it was a lighter gravity) as he plummeted down towards what he got a nice view of as he fell. It was kind of a weird, spider web covered place that had pillars everywhere. This didn't really register with him, as he was still screaming, having completely forgotten about his wings, hitting the ground with a surprisingly much more softer sounding thunk. What he had landed on was much harder then he expected, petrified web hurts. Though he landed by an old pal!

His bag slunk onto his lap as he sat there, rubbing at the side of his face in a whiny murmuring sound. It took him a while before he even realized who he landed by, and even stood up to brush himself off before he looked over about twelve feet, gasping audibly. "Oh my goodness, it's that one dude! Uh, smelly guy." It was all he really knew Fury by, Sukoh said it, not him. "Man, you got all fucked up, what happened? Picking fights with more bears?"

“Fuck off weakling.” Fury grunted, not even deeming his arrival worthwhile of standing up. He continued to lie there staring up into the sky. The floor was starting to shake, hardly noticeable as of yet but it was a fair indication that the Fireen was drawing vast reserves of power. He obviously wasn’t too beaten up anymore, so it was a little unclear what the Dragon-hybrid was talking about, unless he inferred that a man lying down around the corpses of spiders hardly scathed was in some sort of trouble.

Without much effort, Fury began to manipulate the energy he’d drawn in order to prepare an energy blast more than sufficient to launch the annoying individual off his platform. He was keenly aware of his new opponent’s position, if he rushed him there would be no mercy.

His question was immediately followed by comically loud screaming and the distant sound of a body hitting the ground. "What?" Kanitah turned around from Khold and walked around the hole he made earlier, trotting up to a hill directly west of Khold. Putting his elbow on a pillar of stone and webbing, letting some of the weight off from his legs. "Well I'll be." Behind Fury was a green skinned reptile man, not unlike those folks who call themselves the Reptilians. Odd sort them, they seem hell-bent on world conquest but never do anything. "Damn, I'm thinking about too many things. My mind is wandering a bit too far today, what am I doing?"

Kanitah sat down up against the pillar, pushing the thoughts from his head. "That green fellow looks pretty young, I'd be willing to bet he's more than suited to fight Fury than I am. Anyway, green weirdo's a godsend. I needed a rest." Although he seldom admitted it, Kanitah's not in his prime anymore. His abilities are amazing and always have been, but over the years his stamina was starting to fail. Probably lung problems, hell, maybe even heart problems. That thought was unpleasant, so he just kinda stopped thinking. Repeating the same sentence over and over in his head. Clear your mind, let your body relax.

The Pundambayan folded his hands behind his head and let his legs stretch out on the ground. Closing one of his eyes and looking over the pair of fights laid out on this odd spiderworld. Kanitah wondered about how the outcomes of these battles would play out, he just kind of smirked. Forgetting that he hadn't actually seen Khold fight. Nor had he witnessed what this scaley newcomer had to offer. Perhaps they're both more than enough to take care of things here.

A sad thought, isn't it? When the older generation begins to think that they might have outlived their usefulness.

Drag's eyebrows would touch the sky if they were to raise any higher at the pretentious man in front of him. "Excuse me? You were the one wh-" He hesitated a bit, and turned his head away to cough up a couple rocks/bits of lava onto the ground. "Sorry, alien wines are really good. Avoid that shit." He begin to rub his head as he tried to recall where he was. "Oh, yeah! You were the one who ran away like a little bitch, last time." Drag wasn't much of a fan of people who ran from battle. He was a man of finishing what he started, so he had made the decision to not let Fury run away this time. The terribly attractive dragon-hybrid abomination's stomach made a loud churning noise, and in seconds his cheeks filled with molten rock. It didn't take too much to lean forward, and projectile vomited a gout of lava onto the lying Fury. Once the rock hits his flesh, it's bound to burn, a lot, most likely searing it despite it's toughness. It would coat him entirely, only taking a few moments to coat him in delicious gooey hotness.

If Drag could have made any mistake, it was insinuating Fury was a coward. Without a moment’s notice, Fury had jumped to his feet and turned at the waist, directing his hand at the hybrid as he spat out lava.

Obviously Fury recognised it for what it was, but he hardly cared, the blast of energy which emenated from his hand was more than powerful enough to deflect the substance and then some, directing enough force to crush a human outright straight at the hybrid. With his attack serving the dual purpose of protecting him from the lava-spit and also likely unbalancing his opponent (if not simply launching him away, like it had done on the alternate earth) Fury was more than ready to follow up and press his advantage.

Good gracious, the fight already began with Fury and stringbean shooting blasts of lava and energy at eachother. Wow, he's never actually seen two medium ranged warriors go at it, this aught to be an entertaining spectacle at best. Though, honestly, he hoped that green guy was up to the challenge. If he wasn't able to keep up with Fury's intensity he would fall short and likely just serve to feed Fury's powers.

Silence for a moment. "Oh crap!"

Kanitah shot up to his feet and cupped his hands around his mouth, leaning forward and shouting down to the fighting pair. "Hey! Green fellow! That guy you're fighting is named Fury! Don't let'm touch you, or that'll be some bad news! Fury's a leech, sucks the energy from your very skin!" To clarify why he just said that. Kanitah realized that the green guy would be wholly unaware of Fury's energy sapping abilities until it was too late. So a fair warning at the beginning of the fight was necessary to prevent him from being caught off guard by that awful sensation.

Now, Kanitah sat back down and took a deep breath. Fury's occupied, Khold is dealing with that masked fellow, and Kanitah is going to take a short rest to properly catch his breath and relax his muscles.

Drag was no human, if that wasn't apparent by his radical antlers, so he simply put his toe claws to use, digging them deep into the webbed ground firmly to keep him placed there. Though, Fury was a bit more powerful then before, his continued spewing of lava wouldn't be enough to keep him at bay at this point. Drag cut it off as soon as Fury had raised his hand, Drag wasn't exactly slow himself, he'd been trained in quite a few things himself. Drag's face grew scraggly, then covered in hair almost immediately, his entire body noticeably strengthening in demeanor and looking less "stringbean"-ish, but mostly looking fabulous due to the puffy beard.

Drag took the blast with all of it's force, even sliding back a couple feet from it, but his durability now dwarfed his unbearded self. Drag got into position, and stamped onto the ground before him, now marching towards Fury, hilt at his side, flicked on, and giving him quite a rude look. He was not a happy camper.

That old guy who had saved him earlier had never introduced himself properly. So Khold just kind of waved when he saw him come out of the hole. Then the guy sort of asked him to improve his weapons, which looked to be some kind of whips wrapped around his hands. Before Khold could really do anything with them he sort of meandered off to the top of a hill.

Boy, for a guy who was moving so fast earlier it's sure taking him a long time to catch up. Turns out there wasn't a need for quickness afterall. That's unfortunate, because he thought that Tablurath was pretty fast. If he's not fast, and the only thing going for him are those annoying and piddly swords. Well, that's not much going for him is it? Khold sniggered and rubbed his nose with his right hand. "Alright, that's chill. I'll just keep making this cannon better." Though, best not to get too confident yet. He saw him move earlier, and he was hecka fast. Something must be keeping him up right now.

Inside of the tube he had formed around his hand he began manipulating the frigid spear on a molecular level, spliting the crystalline weapon into a plethora of smaller but horrendously sharp fragments. Each of which was about the same length but one seventh the size of the original.

Why one seventh? That's an oddly specific number Khold.

You're right, nameless voice from somewhere! The spear inside of the barrel itself split off into seven separate fragments, each of them just as deadly as the original. "This is gonna be some sort of ice shotgun, of frozen death. I have got to start naming my contraptions. They're getting pretty complex." Another moment and he began pumping more wind into his cannon arm, a lot of it. No small amount either, we're talking air being visibly sucked into the weapon. You can see the vacuum sucking air in and letting none out. Inside Kholodny's essence, Stribog is giving him advice on the best type of weapon to make. The old god has been doing this for a very long time.

Tablurath reclined in his chair enjoying his cup of tea as the transport smartly maneuvered through great arches of webbing as it headed toward the momentary field base of operations for the ground forces of Angar-Rylla who had thus far landed, which was mostly just made up of a number of landed drop ships. Just as he had ordered they had prepared well, fortifying a rather large earthen platform suspended a great deal higher than any of its neighboring rock formations.

The comm system built into the holograph before him beeped a warning before a hard almost mechanical like voice was heard. "This is Beta team leader, Lord Cardinal do you read?"

"Ah, Ivan Torrant, I trust everything is ready?"

"Of course Lord, all teams are enroute to engage the target."

"Excellent, just remember Captain, this is a level four Cryomancer, with power over the wind. He may have knowingly used up quite a bit of moisture in that tower of his but don't underestimate him."

The voice on the other end chuckled. "Of course Cardinal, we've dealt with their kind before and we're now properly prepared."

"Good, good, be sure to capture him alive or at least intact if you can, the data from his body is invaluable. Now has Alpha Team located the site of the anomaly?"

"Not yet, seems there is a large energy source located deep within the pits that's causing a disturbance with radar devices."

"Hmm, unfortunate, I'll have to locate Fury then in the meantime; he's more attuned to those sort of things."

OS2K Drop ship Tablurath had boarded moments after Khold had made his quick exit pivoted and veered back over a column of rock formations that were circled by a dozen patches of trees joining the others to make a total of four drop ships of similar make were veering in on Khold's position. Tablurath could have easily continued fighting the man himself, but really there was hardly any need with a small fleet and thousands of men at his disposal. If anything it would be another test of what this Khold was capable of. So far Tablurath was rather unimpressed.

Once the drop ships came into position hovering an easy 100 feet above the gulf Khold now stood within they formed a wide triangle formation with his current position at the center. The men who had landed earlier had already taken up positions on giant overlooking spider strands.

"This will be your only warning, surrender now under the order of the Angar Ryallan or you will be terminated with extreme prejudice."

There was a sound of engines to his right, why in the world were there engines. Kanitah looked over at Khold's position and spotted a number of ships converging on his location! "Sweet fucking biscuits! Absolutely not!" The pundambayan turned and used the pillar to shove himself back up to his feet, scrambling in almost comical fashion into a mad sprint towards Khold. "Hey cold fellow! I'm going to hit you in the chest to get you out of the way, alright!?" In his sprint he brought his left arm backwards and swung it towards Khold's chest, slamming it into the flat of his sternum and sending him flying into the distance. Not just a short distance either, Khold is light as shit, the scrawny little Russian would be sent flying multiple hundreds of yards.

Now, with Khold out of the way he growled at the three ships, shaking his hands and uncoiling the whips. A slight seizing in his chest caused a short hesitation in his body movements. "Bring it, you fucking cowardly mooks. How dare you swarm on one foe, rather than fighting him yourself!?" The hero swung his arms around and cracked his twin cables of harder than steel webbing. "I may be old, but you're gonna regret your cowardly actions!" He paused for a moment. "To be honest, he could probably handle himself against your dinky little ships. But I'm gonna let him sit this one out, because I'm kinda bored. Resting usually isn't my style, so I'm gonna rip your ships apart myself. As long as Khold doesn't mind."

Khold looks at the ships with a mask of shock on his face. "He ran! That motherfucker ran from me! I'M the coward here! Or I should be anyway! This is bullshit." His arm quivers with all the stored power built up it in, but no target release it on now. Before he can think on it more, or get a chance to answer the soldiers shouting at him, he hears thundering footsteps approaching him and what amounts to a low roar appearing to be directed at him! 'In the chest, okay!" In the chest? What in the chest? Khold begins to turn to his left, his mouth opening slightly, a word barely able to form. "What-" THWOOOOOMP. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUGH" The noise that leaves Khold's mouth is an embarrassment to Stribog and the human race in general as all of the air in Khold's frozen lungs is more than forcibly knocked the fuck out of him. Stribog cringes and furrows his brow, burying his nose in his hand (Inside Khold's spirit, of course. He's not actually there.) as he contemplates the best way to toughen Khold up against the real bruisers. Khold, for his part, and lucky on his part mind you, doesn't actually break anything, and because of his rather complex anatomy, doesn't forcibly vomit either. So yay to to that. Due to the combination of his low weight, low gravity, and Kanitah's massive strength however, he is knocked about 1200 feet away, over the ships, pits and plummets.

Khold has enough sense to keep control of the air and pressure built up in his cannon as he flies, which is good. He was so distracted by Kanitah that he was hit during a moment where he was not sucking air into his arm. This is good, because it means he can resume charging from where he was, instead of letting it all go in a giant explosion of ice and wind. Probably taken care of the soldiers though. Certainly would have killed Kanitah. Which would be bad. Khold watches the ships and men shrink rapidly over the few seconds that he's airborne before landing, rather hard right on his face, sliding into the dirt and webs, leaving an indent in the earth with a loud "OOOOMPH." from Kholodny.

Kholodny sits up and begins to cough loudly as he tries to regain his breath. "Wow, that sucked. I need to repay that old man for that 'save'." He snickers as he unruffles his pants. "Though, I have to say, I'm thoroughly unimpressed by that Tablurath person. I stand in one spot, dodge his attacks, and then he runs away and sicks soldiers on me. Wow. Some commander." He laughs and takes a more stable crouched position as he looks over from where he came from. There are a couple of pillars of stone between the wide pits separating where he is and where he was. Not that it really matters. Khold hasn't had a chance to test it out yet, but he's fairly certain he can get back to where he was with just a jump or two. So he smiles and backs up to the other edge of the platform he's on, and takes a crouched position, with one knee as close to the ground as he can get it, a perfect sprinters position. Air resumes it ferocious spiral down into the backside of Khold's cannon on his left arm. The air pressure begins to increase even more rapidly, as the tornado behind Kholodny increases in force. One could now witness small pebbles being drawn behind Khold, though none of them actually enter the barrel. His arm begins to shake more visibly with the pressure inside of it. Its a shame for Tablurath really, because the longer that Khold can build this, especially so far away from all the fighting now, he is going to become exponentially more dangerous. Running is probably the worst thing Tablurath could have done.

Fury’s energy blast served its purpose, allowing him to spin around fully and dart forward while his opponent was blown back by the attack. He would have worried about the lava, but most of it had been thrown behind his opponent and his energy shielding could suffice for what remained on the ground, singing the petrified earth. His mind became strangely numb, filled with the flame of war which always seized him in times of extreme danger.

The distance was miniscule to Fury, who could run at extreme speeds especially when helped along with a burst of energy. In less than a second he was upon his foe, even as the strange hybrid readied his weapon, he wouldn’t have the chance to use the sword on the Fireen, Fury had seen it before. Driving down low on the opposite side to the readying blade, Fury was moving to collide with an outstretched wing, reaching for it with the closest hand and an iron grip.

With his momentum, it was possible that when Fury made contact with his powerful charge Drag could simply be thrown off his feet and flung forward ahead of the Fireen who’d seized him. If he was stronger than he looked and resisted being thrown by Fury’s collision with his wing then Fury’s next step would be all the easier.

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Drag knew full and well activating his high-powered blade wouldn't him do any good. He took his opportunity, and pressed the button with a fist on it, a glowing boxing glove shooting out 5 to 6 times larger then his own hand rocketed out, wrapping around his forearm as he took a march towards Fury. This however, unfortunately singed his radical hoodie, his reptilian flesh having no trouble with the heat.

Drag also knew that extending his wings wouldn't do much good, either. But, Drag couldn't fly if he even tried in his bearded form. His hammer-space backpack weighed him down far too much for that, and even lifting it was a challenge. His ability to even stand was in it's own right a testament to Drag's strength, or move around for that matter.

He isn't exactly smart, to be honest. Hell, he isn't even the fastest, or the strongest, but Drag had a talent unlike any other. He was the most resourceful rude reptile on this side of the galaxy. The other side was probably like some random alien or something, we don't talk about that.

As Fury came closer, closing the gap, Drag only leaped slightly to the right, his upper half spinning so that way he could use his weapon better. Drag's glorious plasma coated fist was swung directly down into Fury's direction, hopefully somewhere along the lines of his head or shoulders. Getting anywhere remotely close to it would cause burns, and to even be hit with said punch would bring all of the heat with it, and additional force. Drag was, at this time, currently screaming the lyrics to a "Punch Out With Lyrics" or something, as he did all of this.