It would have been too easy if the exploratory attack had done any serious damage to the floating alien. Too easy by far, no this was a skilled warrior, not a rookie with a lot of power and no skill. 

A slight smile fluttered on the lips of the blue clad hero as the alien maneuvered towards him, he was able to fly which negated an advantage that General Freedom had, but perhaps he had the advantage of speed, perhaps not. 

As the flying man zipped towards him, General Freedom cast a glance at the h/vac condenser a scant few feet from him. In one fluid move, the hero stepped towards it, ripping it from its base, and then hurling the 12,000-pound block of battleship gray machinery at the floating alien. 

The bulky condenser left his hands, spinning in a relatively flat trajectory as the alien closed. General Freedom was no fool and fully expected the alien to otherwise avoid it, or go through it. He was still unsure of the aliens powers, other than he was responsible for the deaths of some of the hero’s friends. That he could fly was evident, he wielded energy and had a good deal of control over it. Judging by the bulk and heft of the armor, the man that filled it was no slouch in the physical department, perhaps matching even General Freedom’s own fearsome strength. 

Then he spied it, the alien was glowing, something was in his hands, more than likely his energy powers. It was blue, with a frown General Freedom felt the ZPE that was surging around him flare a little. Was this alien a mirror image of his own powers? That would be interesting and painful for both no matter who won.

The streaks of energy racing around his form illuminated a few degrees of brightness more. He had a moment more of consideration before the heavy condenser would reach the Fireen. Whoever this alien was, he was no amateur. He was here to kill Steve and that thought caused a chill to rush down his spine. A coldness settled in his stomach as the realization settled. A grim smile crossed his lips briefly.