Fury’s people obviously didn’t have headphones, so he didn’t really understand his opponent’s apparent lack of visual acuity. Still, if the bearded man was deaf as a bat, it was no skin off his shoulder.

He noted his opponent’s apparent lack of training in regards to his footing, though his subterfuge was a little weak all things considered, because he had literally just pointed out Fury’s obvious degree of training as if he knew what he was talking about. He was also clearly fairly old, and with his attitude towards fighting Fury was fully aware there was no chance he’d have lasted this long with such sloppy footwork. 

Unless he was just stupid and relied on power far more than skill, in which case his fate was sealed. 

Of course, Fury was calculating all this quickly because the bearded fellow was talking just three feet away from him. Even as he was about to finish his sentence Fury launched a powerful and quick jab with his right hand to test the guard, aimed for his foe’s jaw, while it was open mid-word, he stepped into the attack on the dominant side. Despite the forcefulness of his attack, it was clear the attack was testing at best, with little threat of overextending for the Fireen. However, should it land the follow up upper-cut to the stomach with his left hand would be with every ounce of force he could muster, and Fury fully expected to lift the older gentleman off his feet and skyward.