The hero known as General Freedom stared at the carnage below him, the crater, the debris and the twisted remnants of first responder vehicles lay strew across nearly a mile radius. Staring at the crater that lay before him, the cloud of smoke and dust obscuring his vision of what lay around him. 

Drifting lower the hero grimaced as he saw the crumbled remains of a police cruiser, the black and white paint job barely recognizable on the hunk of compressed metal. The cloying dust filled his mouth forcing him to spit to his right, taking his eyes away from the danger that raced up from below. 

When the alien stuck him, it was a picture perfect tackle. With a tremendous [b]" OOOF…[/b]one of the mightiest heroes on alternate earth felt the air leave his body as his teeth snapped together while his jaws clenched. A huge explosion of air erupted form his body as he expelled the oxygen, his body whipping in half as the shoulder of the Fireen slammed into his oblique muscle on the left side. 

They raced up and through a skyscraper, glass and office furnishing crushed and shatter in their flight through the building. Frightened workers ducking and covering as the two men barreled through the once neatly organized and efficient office space. Crashing through the other side by the inertia of their momentum, General Freedom felt the concrete and steel structure of another building against his back before it yield to the force exerted against it. 

Shaking the cobwebs free, the blue and white clad man felt strange, odd, something was happening and the cause of it was undoubtedly the man clenching his waist. Inhaling deeply as they tumbled along the floor of the second office building, General Freedom raised and dropped his elbow on the head and neck of the man who tackled him with as much force as he could muster. 

All the while, the blazing ZPE that surrounded him flickered and flared as it was being drained from its host.