General Freedom knew his attack would have negligible effects. It wasn't designed to do much more than distract the misshapen beast that once was both a god and man. What he had not expected was the way that the others closed with the Splatterer. That was a bad idea. Steve knew that the power the man wield was considerable. If anyone were near to the beast it could be detrimental. 


That knowledge was something that came with experience and reading the intelligence reports. Gritting his teeth General Freedom rocketed himself skyward. The blast followed by a streak of blue light would be brilliant. The concussive wave roiled away from his launch point spraying debris everywhere. The air splitting as the sonic boom, detonated at ground level rippled the street. Windows that remained shattered, the sound at this range was tremendous. The concrete streets and the buildings that remained standing funneled the boom up into a hellish cacophony. It was so sudden lasting a scant 2.3 seconds, that it would catch all unaware. The explosion of sound and force wave was not the attack though. The General raced towards a target that tottered on the edge of a half-collapsed building. 


Gotham was iconic. Among the architectural structures that expressed the soul of the city one stood out. The water towers. Large wooden or metal tanks that provided water to the skyscrapers. Above them was one of these ten-thousand gallons tanks. AS he raced skyward, General Freedom created a shield around him. Striking the tower struts 2.3 seconds after launch resulted in the 83,000 pounds of water to fall straight down. As the water cascaded, a heavy wooden tank followed. Would it hit the Splatterer? It was General Freedoms intent. But more than that it would create confusion that would hamper the sense of the Splatterer. It was those senses that once fouled, gave General Freedom an edge before. Chances are the thunderous roar as the water struck the street, followed by the smashing tank, would give the heroes a slight advantage.