The seemingly mindless behemoth railed against General Freedom before the simple blast sat him on his heavy ass, ironically in front of a fast food restaurant.  The already ugly man was simply becoming uglier by the minute as veins bulged and popped on the man's face and neck. It was not a pretty sight, not by a long shot. Probably the only thing that could make it worse would be if the man were stuffing his face with the greasy burgers from the now defunct sign of McDolan’s. 

General Freedom was torn; he had to deal with this brute all the while worrying about Kali and whatever diabolical plan she had concocted. It was already apparent that he was faster and more mobile than the one-armed freak.  The problem simply was he couldn’t leave the beast, for the Splatterer’s actions were bestial in nature, alone in the city. Perhaps he could outwit the horrid looking creature.  The rage filled faced, the anger and venom that oozed from the thing evoked pity more than anything else.  A broken, one armed creature whose very appearance was a sad joke, where it seemed as if some pissed off god had dragged the man through a world of shit and then let him soak in it for a few thousand years. 

Maybe he had to beat the man senseless. No matter what powers the freak had, he was exposed to the deadly hand to hand skill of General Freedom. He had not missed the effect his blow had on the man’s left side, the damaged side. With one arm, regardless of the stretch Armstrong effects that he had, he was still vulnerable.  His powerful bursts of energy were a concern but, then General Freedom had faced Fury who had incredible burst of energy, so that was nothing new.  

Every muscle of the star spangled hero was taut as he moved continually closer, until in a sudden move he raised his right hand, open palmed towards the seated Splatterer. An intense burst of light and energy raced away from General Freedom’s hand forming a bubble of ZPE rapidly interlacing itself around the seated villain.  Once completed the bubble would begin to exert six-tons of kinetic force on the man’s body.  

The cobalt energies swarmed around General Freedom’s arm and hand, as well as around his feet. While it was not a devastating attack, it was not supposed to be. Rather it was one designed to buy the hero time to figure out what to do regarding the Splatterer.