“Pathetic.” Fury spat, watching the smaller opponent launched skyward with obvious intent. It was only when he revealed he too could fly that Fury even took him remotely seriously, and that was to say he simply waited until he was fifteen feet away and threw his left hand forward.

All that energy he’d been storing for just this occasion blasted outwards, lending to itself being as significant as crashing into a brick wall at one hundred mph. All that physical force was about to wash over the incoming opponent at high speed, but not just generally smashing him backwards, rather Fury had targeted his precious weapon on which it was obvious he relied.

Unless his opponent suddenly manifested some greater flight skills than he had been exhibited thus far, he was likely to have his weapon blasted from his hands by the great hurricane-esque wave of energy shot from Fury’s palm. Regardless, Fury then intended to zip rightwards in the air and circle around the hybrid, using his superior speed to dive down and seize the man’s left wing with his left hand as he flew by at high velocity.