His opponent regained his feet, and then asked the question he feared most, this time he was inclined to answer.

“I am Fury.” The Fireen spat as the Void within him broke into his voice more than usual, as it always did when he was asked questions of his identity. The reasons for the Void’s more direct influence than usual were fairly complex, though at a simple level it had to maintain control over its host, and to do that required the destruction of Manadar’s old identity.

Now, it was time for some of the classic Fury charm.

His right hand shot out directly towards his opponent, though even before the movement the energy he had cupped into his hand was shot forward at an incredibly fast rate, faster than Fury could see even. It sliced through the earth in a four foot high two feet wide wave of power, breaking the fragile crust as it sought Fury’s opponent’s blood. Should it hit an ordinary human, they would likely be torn in half by the force of the heavy handed energy-laden blow, but its effects on his opponent were far harder to predict, should it land at all.