The power of the Fireen was amazing; clearly, he was as strong as General Freedom. The collision between the two men created a loud crash that on its own would have been impressive; however it was drowned out by the thunderous roar in the confined area of the building as General Freedom accelerated again. 

The pressure of the blue man as he grasped and compressed the torso of the hero, at the same time draining ZPE from him, it was something that the all-American hero counted on. The speed reached the nearly 1,200 miles per hour as they raced away from the building in a shower of debris and sundry office equipment. 

Twisting around, General Freedom’s ZPE shield was starting to give way because the Fireen was draining it, allowing the pressure of the sinewy arms that squeezed in a bear hug the advantage that they were unable to gain had the shield been at its peak. 

However the star-spangled hero was not without his own considerable strength as his arms were clasped in a clench of their own, exerting a vice like grip, holding tightly for dear life as he pulled them up and around another sky-scraper, before spinning around and diving for the ground.

Rather they were headed for the bubble-bodied bear who was slurping up the dead. Gritting his teeth and making sure that the Fireen was below him as they rammed into the backend of the large wobbly bear. General Freedom was hoping to have the man under him peeled off by the mass of the bear as he raced scant inches over it. 

In either case the whole lot of them would feel the impact as the two men raced into the bear at nearly 1,500 miles per hour.