The singular minded action of brutal aggression towards Kali was obviously a blind action. When Freedom let loose his blast on Sigmund it had absolutely no resistance to meet but his weight. It struck him with enough force to cripple a normal man, but it merely dislodged his footing. The ultra-heavyweight stumbled back from the ledge back into the building, putting his tremendous weight down on a wooden desk. Crushing it beneath his hindquarters, Sigmund fell to the floor with a loud clunk.
The mad warrior groaned, rubbing at his chest. Shaking off a bit of the cloud of anger that had blinded him. That bastard tried to take advantage of Kali as a distraction, fortune seems to smile on General Freedom, for now.
Sigmund thought back to a moment ago and sigh ed as he hoisted himself to his feet. He hadn't even managed to kill Kali with his assault, some sort of a shield or something. It was still a little hazy.
Taking his time to get back into the heat of battle, Sigmund looked around. Trying to get a good idea of where Freedom had landed. There was a large shape at the base of the building, so he assumed that it was the hero.
With a booming call, Sigmund shouted below. "You had better be General Freedom, otherwise this won't be fun!" Sigmund leaped from the building, hollering on the way down. While totally unlikely, he aimed to land feet first on Freedom.
Eh, it's hopeful, at least.