[i]Bunky.[/i] There it was, there was the made up word that General Freedom's sort always used as a makeshift insult. Every cock-sure hero with a self-righteous belief system had one. The last guy that had tried to snuff Sigmund's pilot light had said something along the lines of "Darlin'." Way too personal, way out of line. If he had the ability to feel bad for what he did, he still wouldn't, because calling someone you're going to try and beat the hell out of 'Darling' is creepy. 

But for Freedom, he said "Bunky." How he hated the people who slung these made up words around. So much for good people, they sacrifice everything and for what? Delaying the inevitable? They just want to go down in history as someone special, they're not standing up to any real monsters. Sigmund kills people, but at least he ends their lives. He doesn't put them into debt, starve them for being born poor, and cause so much emotional trauma that people kill themselves over it. 

No, he isn't a hero. General Freedom is a dandy in a shiny suit with a cool name, someone with a sense of self-importance that dwarfs every other aspect of who they are. Being a hero is the ultimate vanity, claiming that you're above everyone else. That it is your job to save the lives of people who can't stand up for themselves.

The next part won't actually make any sense to Freedom, because Sigmund has been internally monologing this whole time. He didn't hear any of the prefacing commentary, leaving him with a disjointed statement of; [color=ed145b]"But that's just the natural order of things! Survival of the fittest! The weakest fall and the strongest stand!" [/color]

The weight slammed into his chest, accelerated by Freedom's throw. It glanced off of him and clattered to the ground, slowing his pace by only a few steps. 

The Wildman dipped down, the cloak shimmering and fading for a moment. Revealing his twisted face to Freedom, killing intent burning hotly in his eyes. A twisted grin showing the gaps in his teeth. [color=ed145b]"You're disrupting the natural order, Freedom! I'm the apex predator, and you're my first hunt of the day!" [/color]

The fight was finally coming to blows, Sigmund lurched towards Freedom with his right hand prepared for a hard straight to Freedom's jaw. Punctuated by an explosive with enough force to punch a hole in a city bus. Sigmund's first move was to try and knock Freedom through the wall behind him.