The miasma of concrete dust danced around him. The sickening stench of death lingered. General Freedom touched down. Beneath him the detritus shifted as he surveyed the extent of the damage. It was in a word, horrific.

His blue energy shield flared. Around his fists, a cascade of blue rippled and cracked. A guttural sound. A hoarse nastiness filled the air. Inhuman? No, it was still human, it was still the voice of a man. General Freedom began a slow deliberate walk towards the sound, only to lose it again. The cacophony of sounds made it difficult to pin down where it had originated. 

Hearing a cough and a feeble cry for help, the massive hero stopped. Again, he heard it, then saw a hand. Blacked, burned and ragged. He traced the hand to its owner. An EMT, her face covered in soot. Where it was not covered, it was raw from thousands of shards of glass. 

In haste, General Freedom reached the woman. Her eyes pleaded for help. Her lips moved, yet no words came from within. Shock. She was in shock. Her face felt cold to the touch, she was fading. The blood loss and crushed back would be too much. General Freedom knew he could not save her. Grasping her exposed hand, he held it. Whispered words of comfort and waited the few seconds until she passed. Closing her eyes, he said a brief prayer. 

Standing he glimpsed the woman, a woman with wings and a tail. The figure was directing its feet in a manner that indicated she had a purpose. In the swirling smoke, she vanished. General Freedom allowed the energies to surge through his body. Around him, the air split asunder as the energy rend it. 

With rapidity, he moved where the woman had descended. She may have found the Splatterer. If she wasn't familiar with his tactics, well she may get a rude awakening to his vast powers. 

A brief remembrance of their fight before. Sigmund was tough then. A handful. It was because General Freedom had experience that he won. But that was a different time and a different place. Whatever happened today he would bring the Splatterer to justice. Or die trying.