Oh there he was, you know, the big ass building that he could have sworn was a thousand stories tall. Though, that was only the Big City Effect. The tower was nowhere near as tall as he previously thought, so Sigmund shot himself down the road towards it. Slamming into another building before leaping towards the Ril-La and Melon Hed building. 

Sigmund clatters through the twenty-second floor window, barreling headlong into the tile flooring. Chunks of tiling and wood paneling exploded from his impact zone, shattering other windows on the other side of the building. As he recovered his composure from his impact, Sigmund started howling. A primal and unpleasant screech that belted forth from his mouth, the thick aura opening a mouth of its own. Giving him the unpleasant appearance of having a mouth within a mouth. Quite the unpleasant sight to go with an equally unpleasant noise.

Sigmund's upturned head and open mouth spelled out a terrible assault that he was preparing.

Something that he used for the express purpose of destroying everything in a single direction. Another sphere of explosive energy formed inside of his mouth, a loud humming noise permeated the air as he began to charge this projectile. The madman's chest heaved as he took in another sharp breath, Sigmund let out another howl. 

The longer he charges this, the more damage it's going to do. But his goal is to cause fear, not to cause maximum damage. If someone had the ability to look at the layout of the entire building at once, they would notice that Sigmund was dead center on the 23rd floor. The elevator shaft being directly next to him, meaning that he was near some of this building's major supports. 

The sphere glowed brightly, the air around it began crackling with smaller sparks and explosions. 

Sigmund was going to level this building from the inside.

Or, blast Freedom, if Freedom made the mistake of trying to interrupt him. 

(Explosive Charge; 1 Turn)