[center][b]A Typical Day in the Life of a Hero.[/b][/center]

Majestically the blue and white clad hero watched the events unfold. His frame, corded and thick with muscles, the faint blue glow illuminating his body, General Freedom appeared every part of a super hero. Both arms extended, the energized fists curled, the slight arch in the back, the left leg bent at the knee, the right leg extended towards the ground, the toes pointed. 

The scene seemed surreal, the ghastly frog being hopped away from the blast, but it was the sudden explosive emergence of prisms that caused the costumed avenger to narrow his eyes. The smirk on his lips slowly faded away as he watched the first prism intercept the ZPE blast and refracted the energy burst towards a second, then a third. The energy seemed to accelerate with each transfer, until it vanished into a hole beneath the toad. 

“What in the blue hell is he doing?” Whispered the hero as he rotated his body slightly, gaining a better vantage point, hoping to figure out the plan of the being below him. After a moment a loud eruption of water soaked land beneath General Freedom gave answer to the question. The ZPE refracted in an amplifying relay underground, until it was focused towards the blue and white clad man. With startling ease, the energies rocketed skyward as the plume of water and debris streamed hundreds of feet, trailing behind the ZPE, casting a tremendous shower that covered an area of nearly three-hundred feet. 

Instinctively General Freedom turned his body to lessen the actual area the energy would strike. And strike it did, the beam of scintillating energy slammed into the hero where it had originated from. Bending his legs upwards, twisting to offer the beam of energy a small a surface to impact upon as possible, the hero held his breath and wait for the inevitable collision of immovable object and irresistible force. Kinetic force slammed into the blue and white clad man, launching him skyward at an incredible rate. The air expelled from his lungs in a loud “Wooph” as General Freedom rolled with the hammering blow. 

It was a good plan, and it had done what the samurai-frog had wanted, he redirected the beam back at General Freedom. However even as the beam struck the hero and forced him upward, it had not quite the effect hoped for. Even as the energy was refracted from prism to prism, there was a slight change to the frequency of the wave pattern. The triangular watery objects started a process in which ZPE was scattered by a volume of variant refractive index, such as a density fluctuation caused by the various sized prisms the frog-being had created for his plan. The initial ones were smaller transferring the energies to the larger until it emerged and struck the hero. 

The mistake the being had made when constructing prisms to reflect the energy back was to use triangular prisms. Triangular prisms are used to disperse light, which is to break light up into its spectral components. This dispersion occurs because the angle of refraction is dependent on the refractive index, which in turn is dependent on the wavelength of the energy. Although the refractive index is dependent on the wavelength in every material, some materials have much more powerful wavelength dependence (are much more dispersive) than others, water being a greater dispersive medium. Since all matter has a wave-like nature, the wavelength of the ZPE was inversely proportional to the momentum of the initial energy burst, and thus directly proportional to the kinetic energy.

This series of continual dispersion resulted in a weaker kinetic impact than had been expected. What had ultimately occurred was a Doppler shift. The blue energy slowed down exponentially with each transfer to another prism, so that the final burst that struck General Freedom was enough to cause him pain as the kinetic detonation slammed into his body, but not enough to kill him, but it lifted him high into the air, and caused the hero to black out for a few seconds. 

Waking as the rushing air flowed past his masked face; General Freedom shook his head and cleared it. Realizing he was falling at terminal velocity, the hero ignited his ZPE and rocketed downward. The multiple sonic booms echoed behind the racing hero as he accelerated, until he reached his maximum speed. The blue and white streak adjusted his flight as he neared the earth and aimed straight for the frog-being. Even as he approached the hydro-mancer, he knew the speed was incredible, that the collision would be intense as he cocked back his right fist, crackling with ZPE. 

Racing in at roughly six-feet or so off the ground the hero slammed into the ghastly toad, as he did so the fist raced forward, backed by the momentum of the flight straight for the chin. At this speed, the super-human strength of General Freedom would be overwhelming. The power of the punch, coupled with the massive toque created by the Mach speed would create a devastating impact that would be difficult to withstand, even for a demon-frog. Even if the fist missed, the hero and the frog would collide, their bodies smashing together. The weight and muscle of the hero, propelled at these speeds would surely cause the toad like creature some measure of damage, if not kill him outright, he would at the very least be knocked out.