The Nas’Gaduran came close, their fast and highly musical native tongue piercing the air as they spoke to one another. Their weapons at the ready, the man they had come to collect was much stronger, much more powerful than they expected. 

Lord Deacon Amaash’dal gripped his poleaxe tightly, his eyes staring at the rubble pile before him. With a quick snap of a wrist, he lowered the heavy visor and began conducting a series of energy and aural checks to see if the man known as General Freedom still lived.

He didn’t have to wait long as the tons of dirt and rock shifted slightly, then with a tremendous burst of blue energy a form rocketed skyward in a show of debris that rose several hundred feet before cascading down upon the aliens below.
 
Both knights instinctively ducked as the rain of earth fell around them, the one hovering dropped to the ground and erected an energy shield over his head to protect him. The other used his boosters to jump high, only to be hit by a ton of concrete retaining wall and knocked back to the earth.

Wrapped in the shimmering blue of the ZPE, General Freedom raced up to 30,000 feet in the space of a breath or two. A grimace on his face, he had underestimated the aliens and nearly paid for it. He certainly could not let a battle occur between them in the city, millions of people could be in danger if he could not lure them away. 

Spreading his arms out he dropped in an Immelmann, his hands slowly coming before him, so that his massive fist, awash in ZPE pointed at the aliens below, as he closed to 15,000 feet he unleashed two bursts of energy. One directed towards the knights and the other towards the glowing Fireen. 

The first burst impacted the ground between the two knights with the equivalent force of 50 tons of tnt, knock both up and back out of a crater nearly 100 feet around and 20 feet deep. 

The second burst of energy raced towards the Fireen, but General freedom didn't’ wait to see the results he banked into a turn a thousand feet off the ground, with such force the air rend behind him as a sonic boom erupted in his wake. As he streaked over the ground, General Freedom raced over the freeway, and with timing and luck grabbed a heavy I-beam off a truck hauling them to a construction site. 

The heavy steel beam weighing in a neat 2.5 tons would make a nice little kinetic impactor. Pulling up and around again, General Freedom sought his targets, the I-beam gripped in his right hand mid-way along its 20-foot length.