Two disheveled figures circled each other in an open field, through the distance you could only barely see the battle scars each warrior wore against their armor. Both similar in their fighting stance, the only difference being the color of their battle attire, one light and the other dark. The white cladded figure adjusted the sword in his hand, then quickly darted towards his enemy, only connecting with several strikes which sparked from the armor of the monster. He brought his sword down to strike again, however the blow had been thwarted. Soon he felt himself being harshly kicked in the chest, getting hurtled backwards and skidding through the long grass until he tumbled into some bushes, coming to an abrupt halt. "Is that all you have Vortex? I expected more!" The white ranger jumped up from the bushes and charged again, landing a perfectly executed drop kick to the General's chest which pushed him backwards.
"Foolish ranger, you will never beat me and free your friends from my prison!" He rose to his feet, pointing his sword at the ranger and let a flash of lightning crash towards him. The ranger rolled to his left to avoid the attack, only to be caught by a super speeding Vortex who connected with a bunch of lefts and rights from his fists. The white ranger clung to his position, his chest tightening with each blow. His piercing eyes glared through his now cracked visor, then he took a vicious right hook that dropped the ranger to his knees. Vortex bent down to pick the ranger up but found his feet being swept out from underneath him, with a crash he fell to the ground. The white ranger rolled backwards, gathered his composure and rose to his feet then raised his sword. "I will never give up, not until my friends are safe! If it takes me killing you to get them back, I will!" He shouted as he pulled his blaster from its holster and fired several shots that hit Vortex, sending the General stumbling back to the ground.
"You're in luck white ranger, that's exactly what it's going to take to save your friends." He snarled as he pulled himself up to his feet. He couldn't understand why he was having such a hard time. He had fought all five rangers before; this new one seemed completely in control of his feelings and his power. "Now if you want to save your friends, do your worst!" He yelled as he jumped in the air and fired a couple more blasts at the ranger from his sword. The white ranger dashed from side to side, he was growing tired and weak, the battle had begun to take its toll on him not only physically but also mentally. He'd never fought someone who seemed so undeniably unbeatable. He back flipped and dodged another blast, then he jumped in the air and with all his strength he threw his sword at the General. The sword connected and pierced Vortex's armor, plunging into his flesh. Vortex grabbed his side as he fell to the ground, trying to roll to his side to absorb most of the impact although it didn't help much as he smacked into the dirt hard.
Vortex let out a groan as he rolled to his left side and grabbed the sword, pulling it from his side. He felt his own blood begin to fill in his mouth. As he opened his mouth to spit, he felt a knee dig into his mouth sending blood and saliva flying through the air, "You are finished Vortex! Now let my friends go!" The white ranger shouted as he picked up his sword and switched it to his left hand. "I'm not done yet white ranger…" Before he could finish he saw the white ranger raise his sword and bring the point straight towards his chest. He brought up both his arms to block the oncoming attack, failing the sword pierced both his arms. Thankfully for the general, the momentum of him blocking it made the sword connect with his stomach area instead of his chest. The white ranger left his sword in its prominent place, he brought his face closer to the General, intimidating him "Bring my friends back now!" the general just groaned in pain as he tried to move but every time he did the pain intensified "Ranger, remove this sword and I will." The white ranger grimaced, then did what was asked of him and removed the sword slowly, just to try to add a little discomfort to Vortex.
When it was removed completely, Vortex pointed his hand towards the sky and in a couple flashes of lightning, five multi-colored figures appeared. The white ranger looked to his friends and smiled as he sheathed his sword and began the walk to his friends. He took each step with pride, unaware of the fact that Vortex was summoning all his power that remained for one final attack. Vortex groggily got to his feet and pointed his left arm towards the back of the white ranger "I may lose this fight, but you and your fellow friends will lose the war!" He let loose the blast of energy built up and sent it menacingly flying towards the ranger. His team mates yelled but he had let his guard down because he pride and ego clouded his better judgment. The white ranger turned to see the blast of energy hit him head on. In a flash of white and yellow light the white ranger vanished. Vortex fell to his knees, knowing full well he was dead but let loose a disgusting laugh anyway. "Your friend," Vortex sucked in a deep breath "is gone, don't worry he didn't suffer." With that Vortex had fallen face first in the ground allowing his last minutes of life to go through his mind. He felt very proud of having at least one of the rangers demised, his last moments he heard the white ranger's friends yelling and even beginning to cry for their lost comrade.
*Elsewhere*
A flash of lightning lit up the humid Florida sky, soon accompanied by a huge crash of thunder which shook the windows of the nearby stores and apartment complex's. In an alley way the lightning seemed to be focused on one spot. Several scorch marks were formed until finally a huge blast of lightning and a crack of thunder erupted into the air, the light was bright enough to temporarily blind anyone who was watching the storm that night. No one would have been able to see the figure fall from the sky and crash into the alley. The figure smashed into the pavement and bounced several times before skidding to a stop by colliding into a green dumpster.
The figured moaned and rolled to one side, in a flash of white light his uniform disappeared and it was replaced by torn and tattered street clothes. You could see the bruises on his arms and blood patches soaking through the couple of cuts on his chest. He stirred lightly as he felt the hard rain pound his face but he couldn't muster the strength to move. He then heard footsteps quickly making their way through the puddles only to come to a stop when what he guessed was a person found him lying by the dumpster. He swore he heard the person say something about God, and by the sound of the voice it was a woman. Oddly enough he felt her hands on his head then they moved down the side of his neck and then to his chest. Her other hand landed on his wrist, he assumed the woman tried to find any sign of a pulse, or perhaps she was insanely weird and got her kicks from feeling up semi-conscious people.
Words failed him, all that came out was some grumbles and grunts and what sounded like the word mom. He heard her shush him and raised him up to her level to examine his face which had some bruises forming. She also noticed one of his eyes had become swollen shut; it was easy to guess he was in bad shape. She reached for her phone to call for help, when something caught her eye. She stopped for a second to look at his wrist, it reminded her of her past and without thinking another thought, she summoned all her strength and pulled him to his feet, letting his weight shift mostly to her. It helped some that he wasn't completely out of it, yet she struggled as the rain whipped them against their faces.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at her apartment when she spotted one of her friends in the hallway "Jess can you give me a hand?" The other young female looked up and quickly darted to Kim's side. She placed the young man's arm around her neck to help support his weight, a sigh of relief came from Kim as she could feel herself standing up a little straighter. "What happened? Did he ask you out to many times or something?" Kim just rolled her eyes as they made it to her door. Rummaging through her purse in search of her keys, a look of relief swept across her face as she felt the cold metal between her fingers. Within seconds they were inside Kim's apartment "No, nothing like that Jess, I saw him when I was leaving work. I couldn't just leave him there by himself. Plus my cell phone was dead so I couldn't call for help."
"Oh Kim, you know that heart of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days. I just hope he isn't some crazy weirdo. What if he wakes up and goes crazy and kills us all?" She said as she took a couple steps back freaking herself out with her own story. "Jess just trust me, I believe my gut when it tells me he's a good guy." What she gathered to be a morpher attached to his wrist helped too she thought to herself. They helped him to the couch, with Jess soon collapsing on the chair beside it. No doubt about it they were both exhausted from carrying him but they knew he needed help. "That little bite took that much out of you?" Kim laughed as she pulled a blanket from beside the couch and placed it over him. She then looked down at his feet, began unlacing his shoes and pulled each one off his feet followed by his socks. Her face scrunched up as she felt the wet sock. "I am too nice sometimes." She mumbled to herself as she tucked his feet in the blanket too.
"For your information I was coming back from the gym Kim! If I had known you were going to bring a beat up hot guy into our apartment complex I would have changed!" She huffed as she got up from her chair and went to the bathroom. She re-emerged with a towel and came back, before rubbing the young man's hair and face to help him dry off. She was careful around the eye and the cuts hoping she wasn't hurting him "Only you would think a beat up guy lying on my couch is hot Jess." Kim rolled her eyes yet again, as she wanted to know the guy's name but he obviously wasn't in shape to speak yet. She knew most guys kept their wallets in their back pocket so she felt his left cheek and then the other and found what she was looking for. She pulled the wallet from his pocket and found herself sitting back in the chair "Hey Jess, why don't you take off I'm sure he won't be any trouble. Since he hasn't moved since we brought him in."
"Are you sure Kim?" She spoke, slightly relieved as she didn't really want to spend her entire night there. Kim pulled herself up from the chair and gave her friend a hug "Thank you for your help, if you want to come back tomorrow and ask him for a date you can." She said with a wink as Jess playfully smacked her arm. "Oh shut up, just because you think I live for broken, hot guys with issues." With that Jess was out the door and Kim closed the door behind her. She slunk against the door and let out a deep breath. Inside she was wishing she still had her communicator or some way to contact Zordon "What have you gotten yourself into Kim?" She asked herself as she searched for some form of ID in his wallet, not paying attention to any of the cash or credit cards that petruded out of each corner. There was nothing of particular interest until she came across his driver's license. Bingo! However, the name on the license sent her into shock mode "That has to be a mistake" Luckily she was able to steady herself until she found her way back to her chair. She sat there completely still in utter disbelief of who was before her.
