Turnabout
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
This was wrong, wrong on a galactic level.
As Hunter stared down at the Wind Rangers he felt his heart drop into his boots. Shane was wiping the floor with the other red ranger and he wasn't even trying hard. The one thing he wasn't holding back was the aggression of his attacks, each strike as brutal as the next. How had this happened? When Cam had said he couldn't get in touch with the others he'd been worried, not wanting to think about what Lothor would be doing to the Wind Rangers, knowing all too well what the Dark Ninja was capable of, but this? This was the last thing he'd been expecting.
His eyes fixed on the familiar figures fighting beneath him, he felt more alone than he had for a long time. Shane shouldn't have to go through this. Of the two of them, he was the one touched by evil, a path he'd chosen willingly, on a misguided quest for revenge. Shane had helped him deal with that, all of the guilt that ate away at him and helped him loosen up a little, the red ranger determined to get him into the team, despite their differences and their identical hard-headed attitudes. Whether he wanted it or not, he thought dryly. Shane should never have known any of this - how it felt to have dark energy surging through you, giving you more power than you'd ever thought was possible. It should never have happened.
But it had. The only thing he could do now was deal with it; get Shane, Dustin and Tori back to normal, finish Lothor for good this time, or failing that he'd settle for defeating the guys backing the Winds if they were in this for the long haul again, then, and only then, would they be able to deal with the fallout of this.