Appalled. General Freedom stared a moment, his voice measured, his emotions dampened to a grave frost,[b] “You killed…murdered these people and then ask that this planet submit to your empire? Only the people of this world can answer that question, but I know one thing if you attack this world, you will have a fight on your hands.”[/b]

The shimmering blue ZPE energies that coated the muscled frame brightened, racing along the thick sinews of arms and legs, across the broad chest then focusing around massive fists. A simple display of light, for what he had in mind he didn't need the power of the ZPE.

[b]“Alright bunky, you had your piece and my answer…” [/b]With that, one of the mightiest heroes of alternate earth brought his hands together in a tremendous clap, causing a concussive wave of energy to expand out and away from him. 

Unsure of the exact nature of the aliens, General Freedom needed to buy time; hopefully the concussive force from his clap would stagger or even knock them down. After his explosive clap the blue and white clad hero, began pumping the ZPE that coursed through his body, he felt would need that power, and probably soon.

He had to get them away from the city, a fight between he and the invaders would cause a great deal of destruction, and they already have shown that human life means little to them. No this fight had to happen where the impact of their power would have little effect on people. 

Launching himself backward General Freedom knew that the bubbled Fireen, that is what the blue guy had called him, a Fireen, most likely would be able to follow him with ease. That was fine; he was the jabroni that he wanted to get his hands on the most. 

[b]“Come on, you want some of America’s favorite son? Come get it.”[/b]