The singular minded action of brutal aggression towards Kali was obviously a blind action. When Freedom let loose his blast on Sigmund it had absolutely no resistance to meet but his weight. It struck him with enough force to cripple a normal man, but it merely dislodged his footing. The ultra-heavyweight stumbled back from the ledge back into the building, putting his tremendous weight down on a wooden desk. Crushing it beneath his hindquarters, Sigmund fell to the floor with a loud clunk.

The mad warrior groaned, rubbing at his chest. Shaking off a bit of the cloud of anger that had blinded him. That bastard tried to take advantage of Kali as a distraction, fortune seems to smile on General Freedom, for now. 

Sigmund thought back to a moment ago and sigh ed as he hoisted himself to his feet. He hadn't even managed to kill Kali with his assault, some sort of a shield or something. It was still a little hazy.

Taking his time to get back into the heat of battle, Sigmund looked around. Trying to get a good idea of where Freedom had landed. There was a large shape at the base of the building, so he assumed that it was the hero. 

With a booming call, Sigmund shouted below. [color=ed145b]"You had better be General Freedom, otherwise this won't be fun!"[/color] Sigmund leaped from the  building, hollering on the way down. While totally unlikely, he aimed to land feet first on Freedom.

Eh, it's hopeful, at least.