Fury should have been at a disadvantage, as it became quickly apparent after the crushing impact of the two fighters that the human was in fact stronger and faster in the air. However, as they flew skywards and Fury wrestled for position, his right arm instinctively clenching around the General’s head trying to force its way around his neck and crush the life from him, the hero would learn to his doom that he had made one critical misjudgement. All the while they remained in close proximity energy was leaking from his super-powered body, flowing from every pore directly into the Fireen, as the void eagerly absorbed Freedom’s spirit like a leech. 

It was only a matter of time until he tried to correct his mistake though, as Fury rightly knew, and he was only just regaining his breath as they flew upwards. Technically breathing wasn’t necessary for him, but the biological response to the heavy impact to his torso had still had significant effect. It was possible that a few ribs were fractured, minor injuries to the Fireen, but still worrisome. His grip tightened as much as possible, though now the momentum was driving his body round into uncontrolled backflips in the air. It would be quite a sight from the ground, energy shooting from their writhing forms as the heroes of each respective faction battled it out, perhaps with further reaching consequences than they knew. 

Fury would cling to Freedom as long as he could, relying on his skill with his preferred style of fighting to overcome the strength barrier, though it was likely that once Freedom realised his predicament there would be little the Fireen could do to stop him from applying himself and muscling his way out. Time would tell.