With no way to defend himself against either of General Freedom's punches, Sigmund teetered on his footing away from the hero. If his body weren't so damned dense, the breath would have been knocked cleanly from him, if not worse. Even with his cloak, Freedom's punch carried one hell of a wallop. It actually exposed some of Sigmund's clothes underneath it for a split second. 

As he stumbled to the side he swung his right arm around and lifted up his left leg.

This caused his entire body to spin on his right heel, bringing the explosive that he had meant for his first strike back towards his foe. Like an olympic hammer tosser, Sigmund pitched the sphere of energy directly towards Freedom's gut.

Intending to slam his foe directly into the ground with it's explosive force.