Power Rangers Dino Steel

Rina nodded in understandment. “In your position, I would of taken the same risks.” she said, putting her helmet back on before grabbing her sword. “We’ll hold off the Coronites. Give Ironmoon hell.”

JT looked up at Aaron who was overflowing with emotion. She saw a look in his eyes that made her both terrified and thankful. Terrified for what he may do to Ironmoon and thankful that it wasn't being directed at her or the rest of the team.

"Beat his ass!" The Pink Ranger spoke with conviction. "We've got your back!"

"Thanks guys." Aaron sniffed for a moment before briefly looking down at Mayumi. "You stay strong. I'll check up on you as soon as I'm done." He said to her before turning his full attention to Ironmoon. He took a breath, feeling an entire weight lift off of his shoulders now that his dirty laundry has been aired out and it was no longer hanging over his head. "You know, you and your boss fucked up today. Instead of being men of your word, you forced me into a position where I had to look inside myself and the shit was uncomfortable. But your little stunt made me realize that while there are similarities between myself in Proto, when it comes to skills, the drive to be great, some personality, and looks although I look far better than he does, there are also key differences between us seeing as I actually have people that I cherish and that there is a loyalty that will never fade away!"

The trademark bravado began to return, becoming more evident with every word as he felt his confidence returning. "I get it. Your boss wanted a star because his current roster is dog shit but what he failed to realize that a true GOAT like myself doesn't break that easily, so to punish him for his stupidity, I will slaughter his old ninja buddy with a smile on my face." With a quick flick of the wrist, Aaron instantly morphed into the Black Ranger. "You're going to wish that he never called you off the bench!"

The trademark bravado began to return, becoming more evident with every word as he felt his confidence returning. "I get it. Your boss wanted a star because his current roster is dog shit but what he failed to realize that a true GOAT like myself doesn't break that easily, so to punish him for his stupidity, I will slaughter his old ninja buddy with a smile on my face." With a quick flick of the wrist, Aaron instantly morphed into the Black Ranger. "You're going to wish that he never called you off the bench!"

Ironmoon laughed, drawing his blade. "The Master was testing you, boy. Nice to see that humans are still a fickle species," he said, pointing his sword at Aaron. "Let us finish this."

Kida stood up, lifting Mayumi up. "Give him one for me, Aaron!" she said, tapping her communicator and teleporting out and to the Command Center. "Jameson!"

"Shit!" Jameson said, taking Mayumi and laying her on the table. "Let's get to work."

"Nice meteora!" Jaxon stated as he seen JT give the grunts hell as he ducked an on coming clothesline before doing a headstand and catching a coronite in a head scissors and taking the coronite down before rolling away from another attack, back to his feet and coming back with a sweet but harsh discus clothesline.

Ironmoon blocked the kick, blood coming from his shoulder wound. "Not bad, Black Ranger," he said, twisting and cutting Aaron's leg, kicking him in the back and sending him down the street. "Too bad you can never be on this level. Kage Bushin no Jutsu! Thousand Clones!" He weaved a few handsigns together, a thousand copies of himself appearing on the street.

"Have fun finding the real one!" they all said, rushing for Aaron.

Aaron twisted in the air after getting kicked, shifting his momentum to where he was able to land on his feet while sliding backwards. He scoffed when he saw Ironmoon's clones, seemingly unfazed by the large army heading his way.

"Your level? Bitch please! You can live for a thousand more years and you still couldn't touch me!" He saw the clones coming at him and began fighting through the copies with his speed increasing with every attack. Even with such quickness, he maintained a certain grace with his movements. "And FYI, these clones are trash. I know a 12 year old that does better clones than these!" A swarm of clones surrounded him until he was obstructed from view. Suddenly, the crowd of clones vanished in a puff of smoke with the Black Ranger, clutching his saber in its reverse grip. He saw that there were more clones and shook his head, amused by Ironmoon's attempt to one up him.

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"Nice meteora!" Jaxon stated as he seen JT give the grunts hell as he ducked an on coming clothesline before doing a headstand and catching a coronite in a head scissors and taking the coronite down before rolling away from another attack, back to his feet and coming back with a sweet but harsh discus clothesline.

"Thanks!" JT went into a front roll before driving her foot upward, catching a Coronite in the jaw. She saw the jumped on top of a car and slashed another coronite who went airborne to pursue her. With another small group approaching, she did a spinning flip off of the vehicle, landing behind the grunts, knocking one grunt back into the others with a butterfly kick.

Aaron grimaced upon Ironmoon's jutsu making contact. "Is...that...it???" The Black Ranger spoke slowly as he was fighting through that violent electricity. He summoned a soul, just managing to activate the BrachiChain armor. He temporarily let down his defenses, taking on more of that electricity just to get a good swing, knocking Ironmoon upward, minus his gravity.

"Shit!" The Black Ranger shook the cobwebs out of his head while regaining his bearings. "I know a guy who does that better too. You must really suck to be so inferior to literally every other shinobi across the multiverse!" Aaron quickly switched from BrachiChain to MicroSpeeder, giving him an added boost as he raced upward, delivering a flurry of slashes before the gravity effect wore off. Once he was finished, he landed back on his feet, allowing the soul's armor to fade while he backed away for both safety and to observe his handiwork.