Having cleared the alley, General Freedom roared upward to an altitude of 1,500 feet before he stopped. Moving slowly in a drift towards his left, General Freedom watched intently, below him, the Fireen rose slowly, always directly beneath the blue clad hero. Continuing to drift, the hero snarled, wanting to see if the man was indeed mirroring his position, and he was. Narrowing eyes, General Freedom sparked the ZPE, allowing the sheen of blue energy to wash over his body in a shimmering display. The energy display would alert the aliens, and a thought raced through his mind, would they come or would they allow their hero killer to fight alone. It was something that gave him pause. It was too late now, the die was cast, he was here and they knew it, he was flying and they knew it. It seemed he had to get through the man below him before he could focus on his mission, to locate and destroy the alien command center. Since the alien had thrown the first energy blow, Steve felt it only right to return it, at least to feel out the abilities of the man. Forming a swirling mass of blue energy around his left fist, the hero paused; inhaling a deeply then discharged the energy, a fraction of the power available to General Freedom at the figure directly below him. Would the energy streaking towards the man hit him, if he were as good as the intelligence reports indicated, probably not. If it did hit would it damage the alien? Perhaps, but possibly not at the limited scope that was released. Without waiting to see the results, he dove towards a small building’s roof after releasing the energy. Landing with a solid thump, he glanced around to get a lay for the rooftop. It was a forty-foot square with broken and ruined electric equipment, a bashed H/VAC system, maybe two tons of condenser and machinery, and tucked into a niche, a headless doll in a tattered dress. A swirl of blue surrounded him as he waited to see if the alien rose to meet him, to see if the energy had any affect, to see if earth would survive this invasion.