[color=ed145b]"And for the record!"[/color] Howling like a bloodhound, Sigmund bellowed these words towards Freedom. [color=ed145b]"I was a cripple, I wasn't the playground bully! [b]Because I never saw the playground![/b][/color]" As he was shouting, the blast of energy slammed into his face. Exploding around his head and causing him to stumble backwards and fall on his ass. Crushing a nearby advertisement for this universe's version of McDonald's, MacDolan's. It sparked slightly as it was a neon sign being held by the company's mascot. Rolan MacDolan.

Man oh man was Sigmund pissed, every vein in his body from his face to his toes was bulging with a rising blood pressure. If his body were visible, it would look like he was going to mess soil his pants intentionally. Another sphere of energy began to charge inside of his mouth, but this time he kept his mouth shut. Freedom wasn't going to see this coming, and nothing in the would would be able to save him. 

No matter how hard Freedom was about to hit him, it wouldn't hit nearly as hard as a fully charged blast from Sigmund at close range. So, despite his impatient and irrational behavior, he decided to wait. To stay quiet as Freedom closed the gap between them, though he was doing it in the most cock-sure way possible. A slow float towards him, like all heroes who think they've won their bout with the villain, so they can go off to save the beautiful woman and roll credits. 

[i]Blah blah blah, it's a shame that this isn't a movie.[/i] Sigmund thought to himself. [i]Otherwise he might actually be in danger.[/i]