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General Freedom knew his attack would have negligible effects. It wasn't designed to do much more than distract the misshapen beast that once was both a god and man. What he had not expected was the way that the others closed with the Splatterer. That was a bad idea. Steve knew that the power the man wield was considerable. If anyone were near to the beast it could be detrimental.

That knowledge was something that came with experience and reading the intelligence reports. Gritting his teeth General Freedom rocketed himself skyward. The blast followed by a streak of blue light would be brilliant. The concussive wave roiled away from his launch point spraying debris everywhere. The air splitting as the sonic boom, detonated at ground level rippled the street. Windows that remained shattered, the sound at this range was tremendous. The concrete streets and the buildings that remained standing funneled the boom up into a hellish cacophony. It was so sudden lasting a scant 2.3 seconds, that it would catch all unaware. The explosion of sound and force wave was not the attack though. The General raced towards a target that tottered on the edge of a half-collapsed building.

Gotham was iconic. Among the architectural structures that expressed the soul of the city one stood out. The water towers. Large wooden or metal tanks that provided water to the skyscrapers. Above them was one of these ten-thousand gallons tanks. AS he raced skyward, General Freedom created a shield around him. Striking the tower struts 2.3 seconds after launch resulted in the 83,000 pounds of water to fall straight down. As the water cascaded, a heavy wooden tank followed. Would it hit the Splatterer? It was General Freedoms intent. But more than that it would create confusion that would hamper the sense of the Splatterer. It was those senses that once fouled, gave General Freedom an edge before. Chances are the thunderous roar as the water struck the street, followed by the smashing tank, would give the heroes a slight advantage.
Going trick or treating with my son so after that I'll post something. I believe it is about to get messy.
Splatterer had what he always wanted, a fight worthy of a god. Was Sigmund a god? No. But some twisted part of his narcissism believed he was. General Freedom allowed the ZPE to build up in his body. The crackling of air as the smell of burning ozone wafted away from him.

The billowing smoke shifted again. It was clear that Sigmund held the girl by her leg. Steve saw, and felt the huge blast of fire that the girl spewed from her mouth. It was both impressive and dangerous. Sigmund, in his current state, would perceive it as a threat and challenge. Indeed, he did. Steve had little time to react. The concussive wave washed around the hero known as General Freedom, a cobalt blue shield in front of him. The ground shook, glass broke and detritus blew way in scattered directions. Those who were unlucky enough to be in the path of the debris would suffer.

Then he saw a familiar sight. While Steve was not familiar with the Guardian, he had studied his profile on many occasions. An angel, and a powerful one at that, who had come to Earth to protect it from one of his own. Why he stayed Steve would have to ask him when, if, they survived.

The girl was gone, Steve glimpsed her for a moment as she sailed past him and into a building. A flicker of a smile crossed his lips. He had suffered a few of those from the Splatterer before, they hurt. Steve hoped the building could withstand the impact. Of the girl, anyone that breathed fire probably could. She couldn’t be a glass cannon, could she?

As soon as he had a clear shot, Steve shouted, "Sigmund! Do you want another shot at me? You got it." Before he finished he taunt, he dropped into a horse stance. His hands thrust forward, swirling cobalt energies erupting in a flash, ripping the air asunder. A tremendous clap of thunder followed a scant half second after the bolt fired. Sigmund would have to shift his body to avoid or deflect the energy strike.

While the energy could topple Sigmund if he wasn't ready, it was more a diversion than anything else. If the Guardian could take advantage of it he might be able to land a blow that could stun Sigmund. If not, well it would get messy.
It's good, I had written an attack that was going around her and at the Splatterer, I just adjusted it to fit the new parameters.
Hells bells, with Evvue jumping ahead in the post order it screws my post. I will revise and have something up shortly.
I will have a post up in the morning.
I think Lychinus and Evvie will hold the Splatterers attention. Both look to be heavy hitters. I think it is going to present opportunities to steal his powers which, if it happens, will change the dynamics of the fight.
This is going to get ugly quickly. I think we're going to destroy a city.
The miasma of concrete dust danced around him. The sickening stench of death lingered. General Freedom touched down. Beneath him the detritus shifted as he surveyed the extent of the damage. It was in a word, horrific.

His blue energy shield flared. Around his fists, a cascade of blue rippled and cracked. A guttural sound. A hoarse nastiness filled the air. Inhuman? No, it was still human, it was still the voice of a man. General Freedom began a slow deliberate walk towards the sound, only to lose it again. The cacophony of sounds made it difficult to pin down where it had originated.

Hearing a cough and a feeble cry for help, the massive hero stopped. Again, he heard it, then saw a hand. Blacked, burned and ragged. He traced the hand to its owner. An EMT, her face covered in soot. Where it was not covered, it was raw from thousands of shards of glass.

In haste, General Freedom reached the woman. Her eyes pleaded for help. Her lips moved, yet no words came from within. Shock. She was in shock. Her face felt cold to the touch, she was fading. The blood loss and crushed back would be too much. General Freedom knew he could not save her. Grasping her exposed hand, he held it. Whispered words of comfort and waited the few seconds until she passed. Closing her eyes, he said a brief prayer.

Standing he glimpsed the woman, a woman with wings and a tail. The figure was directing its feet in a manner that indicated she had a purpose. In the swirling smoke, she vanished. General Freedom allowed the energies to surge through his body. Around him, the air split asunder as the energy rend it.

With rapidity, he moved where the woman had descended. She may have found the Splatterer. If she wasn't familiar with his tactics, well she may get a rude awakening to his vast powers.

A brief remembrance of their fight before. Sigmund was tough then. A handful. It was because General Freedom had experience that he won. But that was a different time and a different place. Whatever happened today he would bring the Splatterer to justice. Or die trying.
Working a rough for my post, I will get it up tonight or first thing in the morning.
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