General Freedom frowned at the little man with the horribly scarred body; he was confused for a moment. Dialogue?

“I am sorry; I have heard so many of these speeches. When I respond I get admonished because the villain rants about how the questions are rhetorical, I figured you were rambling in the same manner so I was being polite.”

Rubbing his chin, Steve stared at the man, “Yeah about those scars, I am sorry. Looks like you went through a lot of trouble there. If you want, I can help you get justice. As for who I am, well I am General Freedom, champion of Earth.”

There was something oddly suspicious of the man, something that put Steve’s sense on alert, what was this tiny-tot body builder up to? The question asking him to detail his powers threw him for a loop, what kind of nut job was he dealing with.

Narrowing his eyes he shook his head and then in a sudden and swift move raised his, then stomped his foot down on the ground with such force that the sand shifted and cascaded out of the sand trap. The ground rolled and folded under the seismic wave that General Freedom generated with the action.

“What are you doing with those rings bunky? And why the hell do you want to know about my powers?” Steve asked as the ZPE flowing around his body flared slightly.