The cacophony of sound and fury where detritus exploded at the end of the alleyway, amid the chaos stood a solitary figure. Locking eyes for a moment both men stared at each other. Then the alien was moving, slowly at first then in a run. The right hand touching the wall, energy streaming from it until with a sudden devastating move the hand shot forward. Tons of brick and mortar flew towards General Freedom from a scant forty feet, a crude but highly effective attack considering the confines of the alley way. 

However, the once shining symbol of Americana was not idle, he was facing the hero killer, the destroyer who murdered and butchered many heroes, some who had barely mastered their powers when they faced him. 

A snarl escaped his lips, a sound that was drowned by the roar of collapsing building and racing debris as General Freedom straightened every sinew taut then at the last moment he launched himself skyward. A tremendous sonic boom filled the ruined alleyway as the hero rockets skyward. The roiling air pressure met the bricks and for an instant they hovered, suspended before they tumbled onward in a haphazard way, their direction no longer a focused path but a chaotic one splattering into the burned husk of the walker, ripping metal away from the frame, pulverizing the protesting structure under the sheer impact force. 

A thin blue sheen surrounded the hero escaping the onslaught, and he was moving incredibly fast, but so was the Furian and while the hero was sure he would clear the uppermost portion of the ruined buildings he had no doubt that the alien might match his vertical assent or otherwise knock him off his trajectory. 

Swirling streamers of blue energy trailed after him, General Freedom would attempt, if able to swing around once he had gained enough height to assess the situation. Never one to give up an advantage, he hoped he had one in his ability to fly.