[color=ed145b]"If you want to run, run faster! You can't escape me, Stars'n'Stripes!"[/color] Another nickname for the All-American hero, this time around he wasn't even trying to be clever. He was just angry. Sigmund was trying to atomize him. Instead, he had managed to bump the hero out of his targetable range. A liquid rage actually dripped from him, crackling as it fell to the floor. His saliva had mixed with his energy as it fell from his mouth, a dribble thrown from his maw as he shouted. 

A huge spark of light emerged behind Sigmund, a wall of explosive force shoved at his back. It nudged him forward, almost unsettling him from his standing posture. Another flash, he was forced to take a step forward. Sigmund threw himself onto all fours(I suppose all threes), his body dropping to the floor as he rushed forwards. With surprising dexterity he managed to run towards the door before setting off a massive explosion beneath himself. This blast catapulted him through the air, as he hurtled upwards he took in his surroundings. Spotting the hole left behind by Freedom. 

[color=ed145b]"Peek-A-Boo! I've found you!"[/color] In mid air, another concussive wave erupted from behind him. Launching him diagonally downwards through the same hole left behind by his previous attack's aftermath. Windows across the entire building exploded with the sudden and explosive change in air pressure that followed in Sigmund's wake. 

The cloaked warrior plowed into the pavement, chunks of concrete exploding from his impact crater. Thin trails of energy in the distance marked his foe's exit, leaving Sigmund in a crater of his own making with no reason to even be there. 

An enormous extension of his own arm shot towards the nearest building, busting through two windows on separate floors. The fingers clenched on the ceiling and floor of the respected levels, crunching slightly with their grip. 

[color=ed145b]"Just a little more! I'm coming for you!"[/color] Sigmund once more launched himself with an explosion, the extended arm serving as a lever to catapult him down the same street as General Freedom. While he wasn't the best flyer in the world, Sigmund could get around very efficiently.