Kira did get the impression Mesogog liked being in her home. She looked up at the dark window, early in the morning. She had dragged some of her equipment from the basement outside to train today. The morning was cool, comfortable and wiped the fog from her tired brain. She needed more sleep she thought to herself.

She struck the weighted bag heavily with her calf. Nowhere near as strong when I was a ranger, she thought to herself, but, stronger than most. Discipline, she had told herself years ago. It was something she never let go of after her ranger days. That whole summer she had continued training with Doctor Oliver. She maintained a routine of her own now, usually working in the basement or middle of the day to clear her head from writing and working. But today had called for something different. She did not know why but she never did like ignoring that feeling.

She went through the stances, striking, calling out. A noise caught her attention to her left, her back to the house. In a quick reaction, she unleashed a sonic scream, a sudden blast of brutal noise. It knocked Mesogog clear off his feet and to the ground.

The monster lay down in the damp grass and groaned, holding his arms over his head, blocking out the ringing. He carefully opened one eye and observed the former yellow ranger looking down at him incredibly sheepish.

"I thought Cruger said you were not allowed to use it," he said weakly, lowering his arms.

"Cruger isn't here! Are you alright?!" Kira said, trying to help him to his feet. Mesogog waved her off.

"I will be, FINE, Ms. Ford…"

"You've never been on the receiving end before, have you?" She asked. Mesogog shook his head when he was finally sitting up.

"Never…I am sorry, Ms. Ford. For startling you, I should have made my presence known far sooner than walking up on you like that."

"Ah yeah, because if it wasn't the screech it may have been a fist to the face. Sorry, when I'm in training mode I am still a little…on edge?"

"Again, Ms. Ford, it is okay, I will be fine. You probably have been dying to do that to me for years secretly."

Kira did think about for a moment before nodding.

Mesosog finally stood and looked at the few pieces of karate training equipment laid out. He looked back at her.

"I've never seen you train before…I am always up at this hour…not you…"

"Needed a change of pace, so what did you need me for?" Kira crossed her arms, staring up at him.

"I wanted to ask, do you need a sparring partner. I need to train, you train on your own. Seems reasonable enough, I would think."

Kira blinked in surprise. She open and shut her mouth a bit, considering what he had said. It was getting boring training on her own. Doctor Oliver wasn't always there since his schedule definitely did not run along side hers.

"I mean….sure I guess…but your jeans, and well you need better training gear…" She walked around him in a circle, looking him up and down, it wasn't even a work day and he had covered himself head to toe, only his face and hands exposed.

"I have it…its just not the most comfortable."

"Is it ever? Go ahead, change, come on, give me your best shots. I will be waiting."

Mesogog went inside still rubbing the side of his head. He had been awake when he heard Kira bringing the stuff outside and watched. He was not needed at the lab today but old habits die hard when it came to his early morning wakefulness. Part of him was not sure why he offered to spar with her. But he needed a training partner he figured she would be as good as any. He was not keen on working with Doctor Oliver yet. Perhaps his student would surprise him. And hopefully not embarrass him further. Besides, it would break up the monotony of the day, he had nothing planned.

He shuddered a bit as he began to change his clothes. He hated feeling so exposed. Ms. Ford was right, his clothes were not the best for training and he knew that just. He did not like feeling unprotected. Mesogog rubbed his hands nervously up and down his arms. He managed to finally change and went back downstairs. He took a deep breath and stepped outside.

"What the actual FUCK," Kira exclaimed seeing the monster a few minutes later after he changed. The long sleeved turtle neck was gone, replaced by a tank top. But that was normal, she was more shocked about what he had been covering. Kira took a moment to compose herself as she looked at the large red streaks up the monster's arms and the red that covered his back. Feathers. His back and edges of his arms were covered in short feathers. A few solitary spines poked through the brilliant coloring, the feathers standing on end since her exclamation.

"Alright, now its my turn to be sorry…but this was entirely…um, unexpected," Kira said quickly afterwards, her hands pressed together and close to her lips. The feathers smoothed themselves out as she apologized.

"You would have found out soon enough," Mesogog replied coming closer, one hand subconsciously smoothing the few on the back of his neck. Almost all of the ones that reached higher had been worn away by his older, heavier collar, the bare space made it all easier to hide.

"May…I?" She said, coming closer, "I just want to look." He held out his arms a bit awkwardly as she inspected him. At one point she very carefully took his arm to look at the longer ones there, somewhat damaged by being hidden under armor and jammed into sleeves.

"This is so weird but like…this is kinda cool," she grinned.

"Your reactions to all of this…confuse me," Mesogog replied, rubbing his arms, feeling exposed. Kira's hands were not unpleasant, she took a moment to smooth the barbs on some of his roughed up feathers.

"Why what were you expecting?"

"General mockery."

"Yeah but is that really me?" Kira asked, "Why hide them?"

"Ms. Ford, be honest, do you think I would have looked half as imposing with all of me on display?"

"I mean…yes?"

Mesogog gave a derisive snort, "now you are just trying to be nice."

"Yer like a big velociraptor, if that makes you feel better," She added, seeming to look him over admirably. She found his slight confusion endearing. She rolled her shoulders and brought herself back to attention.

"That is exceptionally kind of you to say that," Mesogog replied, smoothing his feathers again.

"Alright, ground rules, we're not going full force, upper body only no headshots if you want to hit," Kira's smirk became a smile, she dropped into a defensive stance.

"Your rules are understood, Ms. Ford." He looked her over once, before striking.

A few minutes later found the monster realizing he was woefully out of shape but still stronger than the average human. It also found him very concerned. Kira was wheezing on the ground, hand to her side.

"Ms. Ford, again…I am so…incredibly…sorry," He muttered, helping her lie down. Kira's wheezing was laugher but she winced as she did so. Her hand was held to her side very tightly. Mesogog sat down next to her and moved her hand, the massive red mark where his foot had caught her was angry looking, it would definitely bruise.

"Oh god, course this would happen," Kira snorted.

"Please try and contain yourself, I want to make sure I did not break anything," Mesogog sighed.

"No you just knocked the wind out of me and I am going to have the world's most horrendous bruise…don't…don't tell Doctor O. He might hurt you," Kira tried exclaiming but curled up briefly instead. Mesogog felt heat rising about his face. Embarrassment burned.

"Will I be able to train with you again some day?" He managed to ask after a few minutes. Kira was breathing easy again. She patted his knee with her hand.

"Course just…not today, big guy," She had calmed down and was beginning to stand. Mesogog helped her to her feet. Nervously he followed her to her room, even though she assured him she was fine, that sense of failing in his responsibility rose. When she dropped herself onto her bed, Mesogog returned to his own room. He had seen inside Kira's room before, it was crowded and cluttered compared to the rest of the house. He couldn't blame her; he was rather quickly becoming the same way, a large messy nest brought comfort.

"Hey," She added before he was out of earshot, "Don't tell Jacob either, this might set you two back a bit." Mesogog sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Always stepping on someone's toes so it seems," He grumbled. Kira gave him a thumbs up. He returned to his room to grab a few things before stepping into his own shower. As he washed the sweat from between his feathers, Mesogog did realize, if his attack hadn't stopped Kira, hers would have taken him down. I have fallen quite a bit in my training… he thought to himself, and felt a form of embarrassment wash over him once more. Enough to best someone in an arm wrestling contest…but not strong enough to beat a former enemy.

It was something new that occupied his time now. He made full use of the equipment she had. Multiple times she offered to spar again, Mesogog accepted, cautiously at first. But with strong assurances to not tell Doctor Oliver of any accidental injuries he was coaxed to do so. It took him sometime to accept the fact, he was simply out of practice and how different Kira's fighting was to his. She had technique, but not as much power. Her hits were decisive not the brute strikes he could give. Part of him was curious, if this was of her own choosing or if Thomas had trained her such? If so, did he doubt her abilities? That troubled him somewhat. Even he had known after a time regardless of ranger treat them as the worst threat possible.

He kept his thoughts to himself. He did not want to ruin one of the few good things about his mornings with a potentially rude observation.

"So, ready for tomorrow?" she asked him one early morning. Mesogog ducked under her kick and raised an arm to stop it.

"Ready as I will ever be, how many people do you expect?"

"A lot, can't give you exacts for this one, big man. Signings are tricky like that."

"Ah wonderful," He grumbled.

"Just stand there, look mean, we'll be fine. Can't be worse than a day in the lab right?"

He shrugged.

She was right, how bad could it actually be?