General Freedom wove the ZPE energies with a deft hand, wrapping the bubble around the behemoth when he reacted. In the blink of an eye, the man had shifted his considerable bulk, lashing out at the force bubble. It had happened before, immensely strong villains hurling their fists or bulk against the energy screen forming an incredibly dense, interlaced energy field around them. Usually they were incapable of breaking free, and General Freedom forced the bubble to squeeze tighter. 

Not this time though, no, the star-spangled hero shifted the focus of his force bubble. Perhaps the entire body was not the target maybe the head. General Freedom already figured that the man would be strong enough to resist the pressures the bubble brought to bear, even if he had only one arm. No, he had to focus on something else. That ugly, rage filled mug was it. 

With one arm, it might be hard to get the bubble off his head, probably not though, there was that time when General Freedom faced off against Jotun, the largest man he had ever faced. The giant had been able to insert a hand against his cheek and with an incredible display of strength keep the 6 tons of pressure from choking him out. However, it allowed General Freedom to use a bus and batter the giant’s legs until he was barely able to stand.  

As the bubble collided with the anger fueled kick of the Splatterer, he pulled it back a bit then whipped it forward towards the misshapen head of the man before him.  It might work, it might not, all he needed was a few moments when he had the upper hand and he would unleash a flurry of blows on the man’s exposed side. Any man, no matter how strong yielded when any pressure is applied to an exposed wound for any length of time. The pain took over, flooding the pain receptors with overwhelming stimuli and rather than suffer it, they would give in. 

Staring at the twisted, raged filled face, General Freedom knew that if he yielded, if he did not defeat the man before him, he would die. Worse, the city would suffer as well.  That General Freedom could not allow. As the foot collided with the bubble, it sparked and shimmered before recoiling and shrinking  to something the size of a beach ball. As it was shrinking it was already whipping out and up towards the man’s head, the blazing energy sphere would make contact unless the Splatterer moved to avoid in the next few seconds. 

Already General Freedom was preparing for the next part of the attack, even if the freak managed to avoid it, the hero of millions would act. The massive, statuesque body titled forward a bare fraction of an inch. The cobalt blue energy swirling around his feet glowed with such intensity that the tile beneath him darkened, as he clenched his fists into ham like mallets. A low hiss of escaping breath left General Freedom’s lips, his eyes narrowing a moment as he waited with anticipation. Already the left side of the Splatterers body was in his cross-hairs, the damaged tissue would be his canvas and blood his palette.