Fury looked on the conversing animalistic pair some distance down the road with disdain, his vision slowly fading from the deep blue and vivid splashes of colour of pure energy, the first sign he was reverting from his brief jump into Unbridled Fury, his most powerful form. His anger was dissipating at an extraordinary rate, allowing him to save some reserves of energy for any further fighting.

The Nas’Gaduran turned from his analysis of General Freedom, and suddenly three more of his kind were beside him with a brief shocking noise like air being displaced. They took hold of the General and lifted him between the four of them, though not without one last word to the Fireen.

“Kill those two if you wish, otherwise return to the ship and await further orders.” The Nas’Gaduran spat, and the four disappeared, presumably taking the Hero to a containment cell for indoctrination and interrogation, perhaps even worse. 

The Fireen snarled, turning towards the duo again, he made a grim sight in his scorched and damaged armour, his right shoulder still badly gouged despite the energy which had worked to regenerating the wounded flesh. It hung low as he took a few steps forward, out of the rubble and onto the street proper, which was now clear of anything remotely resembling innocents. 

With each step, the glass atop the lights adorning each side of the street shattered as their energy was forcefully drained from them by the Fireen, who had a dire need to bolster his own reserves. Slowly, his arm could be raised into a position of usefulness, though it was barely fully operational even as he started to close on the huge bear.