Inside of the ship Kanitah found another rather hapless pair of soldiers, they had drawn knives and proceeded to attack the Pundambayan Warrior. Their forearms were grasped by his and he pulled both of them downwards, smashing their faces into the doorframe. "Wonderful." The two knives that they had were actually stuck in their hands, when they were knocked unconscious their grip tightened on the handles. Though he usually wouldn't have to disarm enemies, he didn't want them falling on their knives. Plucking their weapons free he slid them into his waistband then kicked them both out the bay doors. He returned to the cabin for a moment and saw another ship nearby, circling Khold and Khazna. It was wide open for attack when it turned its back to the ship that Kanitah had just commandeered. He leaned over one of the seats and grasped the main steering controls, plunging his thumbs down on both buttons. This unloaded a volley of the remaining weapons on the ship that he was on, hopefully this would destroy its engines and send it to the ground. 

Now that he had finished that, he kicked the main console so hard that it split in two down the middle. The flying machine began to spiral downwards as Kanitah made his way to the door. It drifted slightly to the right as he had planned, it would crash safely away from the unconscious and wounded mooks. With a little bit of a push he leaped out of the machine towards where Fury was. Hopefully he hadn't killed that green fellow, Kanitah was hoping that he'd get a bit more rest. Some of his skin was even scabbing back over now. That was great, that means he's not going to bleed out as quickly once he drops the engine. The old warrior soared through the lighter air, feeling himself drift to the ground as Fury flew towards him. 

Wait.

Fury was flying towards him.

"Darn." Touch down. Kanitah's feet planted safely on the surface of dirt, rock, and web.