General Freedom watched the activity below. It seemed everyone survived with little but bruises and perhaps bruised egos. So be it. A little-injured pride was far better than having that mad god detonate. Counting the other three heroes, General Freedom dropped a little lower from his elevated position. He'd have to act fast, these guys wanted to continually get in close with the Splatterer, which played to his strengths. They needed to weaken him first before getting into a melee. 


Scanning the debris field below, he found what he needed. Racing down towards the wet streets, the blue-clad hero dropped into a hole that had exposed much of Gotham’s wonderful substructures. The arcs and sparking of the power line was music to his ears. Grabbing a conduit, General Freedom yanked it free to a loud sizzling zot. 


Rising slightly, he orientated himself on the Splatterer. There was still water around him, and between them. Enough that the introduction of the power line into the water would create a surge of energy that would electrify everything that was in contact with the water. If this worked it would either stun the misshapen creature or it would force him to take evasive actions to save his life that would allow the others to strike while his attention was focused on the energy spike and General Freedom.