Racing along the street, General Freedom saw the fleshy monstrosity lumbering along like a broken stretch Armstrong doll.  Perfect. Seeing the thing rumble along towards the building he smiled. The great thing about Gotham is the quaint touches. One of those touches being the wooden water towers dating back to the 1800’s. In fact there are thousands of them that dot the skyline. 

The oafish Splatterer reaching out, grabbing buildings and pulling his misshapen body along behind, although ugly it was relatively efficient. But it was a painful thing to watch. As the singularly focused monstrosity aimed for the Ril-La Melon Hed building, he slammed into a building which gave the hero what he had waited for.

Pointing his hands, the left at the building the oaf had collided with and the one next to it he discharged a burst of ZPE at each water tower.  The moment the energy hit the struts, exploding them, causing the towers to spill over in the direction of the large, horrifically ugly man known as Splatterer.  To be sure the water would cascade down in a torrential deluge splashing around, on and over the freak. 

[color=00aeef]“Cool off hot head!” [/color]

As water filled the streets in a sudden flash flood, General Freedom hovered in the roundabout that lay before the large building merely watching the freak. Clearly the Splatterer wanted to be taken seriously, wanted to be considered a bad guy, someone to be feared. In actuality General Freedom felt pity for him. The swirling blue glow of ZPE raced dimly around the hero’s body. 

Steve didn’t get it. He probably never would understand those who ached so badly to be considered a god they would sacrifice everything for it and in the end they were nothing more than what they were before. They often were envious and spiteful little children, acting out against those weaker than themselves, because they were unable to actually face the sad truth of their existence. 

General Freedom hovered in the roundabout, nearly 400 feet in the air. Had the water falls had their effect, to direct the monstrous freak’s attention from the building and to the hero?  Perhaps it had, perhaps not. If the tons of water had no effect, not even a distraction then he would have to lead the monster from the city towards the shore where innocents would not be endangered by a man crazed with his own morbid loathing. 

That was the worth of a man wasn’t it? To face whatever hardships life gave you and stand up against them? To own up to mistakes and accept the consequences of those mistakes like a man. Sadly Steve knew that this misshapen, twisted man was unable to accept that. He was unable to face the fact that it was his own arrogance that had brought him to this state.