General Freedom, huh? A rank and a concept. Making this impersonal through his name to distance himself from his actions. Some men just aren't cut out for the task of kicking ass, taking names, and burying the dead of those they hurt. Kanitah has had his fair share of terrible experiences, but he would never distance himself from his work.

After he slipped the rings down to his hands, Freedom shook the ground with his foot. Disrupting it with just one stomp, turning what was previously a small sandtrap into a huge mess across a large area. Seems his body caries a lot more potential energy than he had previously thought. 

The shockwave was great and all that, but Kanitah was not as prepared as he thought he would be. The ground shifted just enough to ruin his balance and send him to the ground, his dense ass flattening the soil beneath it. From this position he looked up at Freedom across the way and chuckled. "Now I feel silly, might have had one bottle too many." The seated position was a bit fortunate, gave him a better reach to his feet. 

He pulled his knees closer to his body, reaching towards them and grabbing the rings around both of them. Pushing them downwards to his feet. ". "That word, Villain. It has a very rough translation in my language. Comes out somewhere between Evil One and Foul One. Don't get it twisted, Freedom. I'm not evil, I'm just a bit drunk and ornery as all get out. I'm the one who's got suspicion on you for being a Villain. What with the whole supersonic flight thing."

After sliding the rings down to his feet, Kanitah rose up to his full height. Dusting himself off a bit. "I'm gonna say a couple things. First of all, I've already told you what my rings do. They make me stronger, faster, and make me hit harder. I'm just moving them so I can use them more properly." The Pundambayan took a few steps towards General Freedom. "Second. I want to know what powers you have because I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm the one with suspicion on you." 

"Third. What I'm doing with these rings is preparing myself. I've already told you what the rings do, so I'm moving them to better prepare myself. That's what I'm doing." The Pundambayan pointed down at the rings that were now on his feet. "I've got to move them around to make sure that I move as fast, and hit as hard as possible. Magic is funny like that."

The rings around his body shimmered with a soft brilliance, nothing like the volatile energies that threw themself off of Freedom's body. They were gentle, like the radiance of a firefly. "Finally. If you let me finish my preparations, of which I only have a few more. I'll teach you why they call me the Hero of Pundambaya. After I teach you that, we'll go out for a drink at the nearest pub."

The stout little warrior folded his arms, cocking his right eyebrow just slightly. "Does that sound good? Or should I expect you to attack before I'm ready, turning this into an overdrawn fight where I've got to use actual strategy to beat you?"