See, pushing oneself past another’s arm might work if they were launching some massive overly embellished hay-maker, but a jab was a jab, and it moved a hell of a lot faster than someone else could move unless they were particularly fast. It was acceptable for Fury’s foe to quickly slip his punch, though he certainly hadn’t expected it, but moving past and into his guard? That was never going to work when Fury had obviously intended to keep his attack reserved.

His arm back into a guard position long before his foe could get close to him; he simply took two smooth steps back away from him while also to the right to avoid any attack he tried to launch, then began strafing around him counter-clockwise and maintaining a cool distance. Fury wanted to box, at least for a little while, and he wasn’t feeling like getting in close and finishing his seemingly easy opponent. Four feet separated them unless his opponent was able to burst forward over the incredibly short distance with enough speed to surprise the Fireen.

He used his battlefield senses and a short life of experience to feel his way across the battlefield. The footing was treacherous at best, though the precipice on either side of their particular island of rock was a goodly distance away at least. The webbing couldn’t stop Fury, but in the wrong circumstances it could hold him up and make him vulnerable. A casual observer with some strangely innate knowledge of Fury may be wondering why he wasn’t following his usual brute force methods, and the truth was he was feeling a little foolish after his enraged attack on someone he thought was Skallagrim. The soldier deep inside him resented his poor actions, made him realise that sort of shit wasn’t going to cut it when he fought the real Skallagrim, so he was determined to take down this opponent properly. It was this that presented him from just blasting him through the earth with energy, or draining his energy with a paralysing choke. However, his opponent could certainly anger the Fireen if he wasn’t so ignorant of his personal history, for now though it was going to be tactical and brutal in a powerful mix of Cold Fury. 

The Fireen continued to circle, watching carefully for any sign that his foe had anything in store for him, prepared to counter and if necessary, kill.