Fury couldn’t profess to understanding in the very brief moment before he struck what exactly his opponent was doing. However, considering the intensity of his observation, it was no surprise that he immediately spotted the guard lowering and capitalised on the weakness. In fact, his opponent had done worse then dropped his guard, he’d completely disarmed himself by seizing something on his own shoulders, rings of some form which spoke of energy Fury would rather not contend with.

Drawing back to the attack at hand, Fury lurched forward with all his speed, which was a hell of a lot more than any human could hope to attain. His right fist bunched into another forceful jab aimed at his opponent’s completely unguarded face. The joint leg followed its earlier motion, but this time Fury had every intention of following up with the cross, delivered straight afterwards with even more force by his left hand, also striking for the face. His legs met and then carried forward, provided his attacks made purchase.

Fury however still seemed reluctant to lay off on the pressure, and provided circumstances were still obviously favourable (saying that his opponent had not unleashed some attack which could easily stop any further moves by the Fireen) he would continue his combination of blows with two fast paced and lethal low shots to the older man’s stomach with his right fist, the first aimed at taking him off his feet and the second delivered with a slight crouch to literally launch him up and away from the arena, possibly even off the edge off the rocks roughly twenty feet behind him. The Fireen wasn’t holding back on force in his blows, or ferocity, that much was certain.