Success! With the Fireen backed off he slapped the ground with both hands, riding the force from his palms up to his feet again. Immediately he saw Fury's hands glowing in the nastiest and meanest way. A boxing match between the big nasty and the big hero, huh? Alright, if that's the kind of fight you want. Kanitah thought to himself. Then I'll give you that kind of fight. Those ring around his body shook like the rattles on a snake, no sound came from them as they shook, it was the simplest thing. "I think you're going to be the most fun fight I've had in a long time. Are you ready to stop messing around? Because I know I am."

Taking in a deep breath he prepped himself, lowering his hands to his sides and sliding his feet to the sides. Leading with his left foot, Kanitah is left handed, placing his right foot backwards and lowering himself closer to the ground. Digging his feet into the webs he took into account that there was only a few yards between him and the cliff, the pundambayan did not have the luxury of falling. There were ten feet between him and Fury, it wasn't far, especially considering Kanitah's devilishly deceptive speed. 

With a shake of the head he took the headphones off, they drapped around his shoulders and a grin grew on his face. "Now that I have your attention. What's your name, son?" Remembering an old addage from his homeworld about how its better to know your enemy than your own friends. Something about how in combat you are closer to your foes than you will ever be with companionship. It was a very old saying. 

Oh. Right. With a quick movement he reached up to his nose and grabbed it with his hand, pulling down and to the right. The bone snapped into place again, and a thin trickle of brownish blood dripped out. Afterwards he lowered his hand back down to his side.