The punches landed which meant that the Splatterer was indeed human. As the behemoth of a man, and General Freedom was surprised by the density of the smaller man, tottered, Steve was preparing another combo a fluid extension of the first one.  

Twisting hips and squaring up to unleash on the man, General Freedom was surprised by the agility of the one-armed freak.  Then it hit him, a burst of energy that lifted the blue-clad hero off his feet and carried him through the wall behind him. 

Crashing through the department store, tumbling through the lingerie department, General Freedom crashed through the floor to ceiling glass window and on to the street. A bright pink and lace bra dangling from his head, one cup over his right eye. Pulling it off, the icon of millions stood  slowly, the ZPE racing and shimmering along his muscular frame.  

Through the carnage he spotted the one armed mutant, [color=6ecff6]“Well, well looks like we have a fight sports fans!”[/color] General Freedom muttered as he fired a quick uncharged burst of energy at the man, just enough energy to lift him off his feet and back. Of course if it missed it would certainly rip in half the stalled brown delivery truck on the other side of the square. 

After the burst of energy, General Freedom hovered and made his way slowly towards the Splatterer, his body awash in the cobalt energies. He was about 18 inches off the ground, moving at a leisurely walking pace. Not quite sure what to expect the icon would be ready for almost everything. Almost, the problem with super villains is that they tend to use unorthodox methods.