The muscled alien clenched around the bull-like neck of General Freedom. Gritting his teeth the blue and white clad hero redoubled his own efforts at trying to lock his massive arms on the lower back of the alien. 

As the two men careened through the air, General Freedom spotted through the chaotic twists the remains of a concrete parking garage. Clenching his arms and burrowing his shoulder into the man’s body trying to hold him steady as he burst forward trying to gain enough stability to ram the man into a pillar or two. 

The alien was incredibly dense, almost as dense as General Freedom, that being the case with a grunt, the hero tipped them over and accelerated towards the towering concrete structure, aiming for some exposed structural pillars. It was a move designed to inflict as much damage as possible and allow General Freedom to break free of the burly arms of the man trying to choke the life from him. 

If they hit, the impact would be devastating, since General Freedom planned to drive them through the remaining 6 stories of concrete and into the pavement on the ground floor. The impact would be damaging, the chance of being knocked out was great even for the star-spangled hero, but if it worked then both men would be hurting and with that a chance for General Freedom to gain an upper hand.

Whatever happened after they hit would remain to be seen, but they would be approaching speeds nearing 900 miles per hour upon impact. Not his fastest but in the short space it would have to do.