Back again. Don't ow nothing but what I do. Just to b clear, that's my OC's and my ideas. Lets go.
Elijah sits in his workplace, ignoring the usual looks he gains when he enters the building, inside the back room. Once there, he sits down and thinks about Zaeloff, wondering what his appearance could mean. Could he be getting stronger? Is the seal becoming weaker? There had to be something going on, something he didn't know. Perhaps it was Her... Before he could get too in thought, he feels a sensation run through his arm, and making sure no one was around to listen, he holds his arm up.
"What's the matter?"
"It's Draconians! They're shadow made, and there might be too many for me to handle alone!" The voice yells telepathically, sending him an image of her in an armored outfit, not her inner power, but something manifested by her power to protect her. Around her are humanoids resembling traits of dragons, but all were black as the night , with yellow eyes, roaring at the woman, attempting to maul her with their claws. Seeing his sibling in danger, he quickly finds Kelly. She turns around, surprised at the pace he's going.
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave."
"What? Why, what happened?"
"Family emergency."
"Oh, well, alright. Will you be back?"
"Maybe. It depends. Thank you for understanding." He tell hers as he laves for the door.
"Wait!" She yells, but it is too late, as he already left.
Unaware of the trio following close behind him.
Once he reaches the place, somewhere deep in the forest, he immediately springs into action, catching one off guard as he Superman punches it, knocking it off its feet and dissolving it to ash. Looking around, he finds his sister surrounded by the numerous Shadow Draconians, barely able to fend them all off at once. Her armor was scarred, but held together, as she swung around a double ended Glaive. He quickly rams through a portion of the horde, taking some pressure off of his sister, and throws them all down and off of him, summoning his own weapon, a large Battle Axe, with a flat protrusion out of its back, and a large blade taking up the front. He stepped forward with his weapon ready in both hands, and charged the monstrous goons.
The first to meet him had their head lobbed off. The second was bashed in the head by flat side of his weapon. It continued on like this, the two siblings fighting side by side, until they heard dual battle cries from above. It was the Red and Blue Power Rangers! This news only worsened their mood however, as Elijah fought his way to where the two were fightint the monsters. Once he reaches them, he finds that they're having difficulty dealing with the vicious monsters. He brings his war axe around and slices the heads of three off, before systematically destroying the rest. After he saves them, more from the other side of the battle charge towards the three. Elijah stands before the two and holds them back, as he steps forwards. He closes his eye, focusing his power. With every step the monsters take, his power grows, until they get in range for his attack. His eyes snap open, his face gaining crimson scales, as he opens his mouth, spewing out a cone of red hot fire, instantly incinerating the charging force as well as the remnants of the other group his sister was fighting. His fire cuts out, scales disappearing, and body un-tensing.
"Whoa! How did you do that?" Asks the Red Ranger as he walks up to the man, before backing away as his fierce eyes land on him.
"I thought I told you to stay out of our way." He says with a glare directed towards the rangers, who now de-morph.
"Hey, we were just helping you guys out, its no big deal." Speaks Tori, who looks insulted by the lack of appreciation.
"He is right. You two could have gotten yourselves hurt out there, even killed." Speaks the mystery woman, catching their attention.
"And who are you?" Ask Shane.
"She is my sister." Answers Elijah. She rolls her eyes at his protection.
"My name is Fleta. I fight along side my brother, and I agree with him. These fights, they are not yours. You are ill prepared to fight the shadow demons, and should only ever fight them if we are not an immediate option. I say this because without you, or your team, there would not be much to fight against this 'Lothor'."
"Well, what about you guys? Wouldn't you fight him?"
"We would, but if it comes down to that, it would be a perfect moment to strike and we would be destroyed. Her powers are dark and wicked, much worse than any recent evil."
Before they can respond, the Rangers get an alert, stating they're needed elsewhere. They quickly leave, dashing out of the location. Elijah turns to his sister, clearly wanting to talk. Before he begins, she holds up a hand.
"I know brother. They will not truly ever listen to our warnings. It is in their nature to be that way."
"Why must our descendants be so stubborn?"
"Because they are. Now, the main issue. Your powers have resurfaced, and we need to find a way to contain them again. You have any ideas?"
"I was thinking about enjoying the activities around here. They might be enough to keep it entertained." She shakes her head.
"I am serious. What you need, is relaxation. You need someone who can help make that bomb inside of you idle. You know who I'm talking about." He give her a look.
"And I suppose you know of his whereabouts?"
"Not yet. I am close though. He is very elusive."
"That is what makes him great at what he does."
"I am aware. For now, the best advice I can give is to meditate."
"Alright, I'll try it. I doubt it will do me much good."
And so he left towards the city, not knowing he wasn't going to get much rest.
Once he arrived at the outskirts of the city, he calmly walked home. During his walk his thoughts drifted towards the many adventures he had with previous teams. There were many outstanding individuals, but one stood out over all the others. He had served with the man four times, on different teams, and could thank him for many things. They had saved each other on multiple occasions, each having their own reasons, but in the end, he could gladly call him his friend. This man...
was Thomas 'Tommy' Oliver.
Good friends with the man, Elijah began to understand exactly what it meant to be human again. Since he had gained his powers and became immortal, Elijah had grown to lose his sense of humanity, in fear that it would bring weakness to the battlefield, something he was renowned for lacking. It seemed hopeless that he would ever regain a sense of what it meant to be human again.
Then he met Tommy.
He saw what happened to the young man, force to fight against his friends because of an evil witches spell. He could unfortunately relate to the man, as he had been in that position himself. Not one to back down from a fight, he was the one to continuously fight against him, as it seemed only he could match his strength, when one day he broke free of the spell. After wards, he joined team after team, helping people wherever he could, until his Ranger days had ended, him going to college to accomplish his dreams. From what he has heard from him, he's doing well.
Deep in thought, he didn't noticed someone blocking his way until it was too late. He accidentally slammed into the person, both falling on the floor. Quickly standing, he faced the stranger who opposed him. What he saw surprised him. It was one of the teens, the red one. Helping the teen up, Elijah passed by him silently.
"Wait!" Cried out the Ranger, making him turn around.
"What is it kid?" He made a face at the comment, but walked closer anyways.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
"Well, your powers." His eyes narrowed.
"What about them?"
"Where did you get them from?"
"Don't you ever listen?"
"Huh?"
"I got my powers before humanity ever thought of making morphers, much less anything else. My team and I used them to fight an evil so great, the worst in the last century could not compare."
"And here I thought you'd forgotten about me."
He tensed, frantically looking around while ushering Shane behind him, the teen wondering what was up.
"Oh, come now darling, have you really lost your touch that much? Such a shame..."
A figure appeared in the middle of the street, making both males freeze in place. It was a humanoid, body completely black with white strips going around her body. White armor covered all sensitive areas, while still leaving room for imagination, while the helmet stopped it cold. It was a blue flame, with a face made of ash, sporting a freakish grin. Small cracks throughout her body sported blue flames, ending with her toes and fingers. She gestured for the men to come closer, but they stayed their ground.
"... I loved toying with you the most."
Elijah was extremely angry, but he did have some sense. Quickly reaching his arm upwards, he was brought down to one knee by a searing pain in his wrist. Looking towards it, the symbol engraved upon it was engulfed in blue flames. He heard her mocking laughter in the background as Shane stepped forward, about to morph. He grabbed the teens leg, catching his attention.
"Don't bother." He wheezed out, obviously in pain.
The teen helped him up, while getting in a fighting stance after, ignoring the denials from Elijah. He stood tense, ready to fight, before charging her. Elijah did his best to get into a standing position, only to find his partner was now being held up in a choke hold. This enraged the man, flames being generated in his hands.
"Ah ah. We wouldn't want to hurt the boy now do we?" Said the Figure, holding the incapacitated Shane in front of her, making Elijah's blood boil.
"You dammed witch! I'll tear you APART!" Yelled Elijah, scales now appearing all over his body as his body changed to that of a Draconian. Having all sense go out the window, he charges her, making her throw the boy aside and meet him halfway. They clash, Elijah quickly gaining the upper hand and throwing her into the air before blasting her with his fire, making her screech in pain. He jump extremely high, using his wings to support himself, before using both hands and slamming her into the ground, making a crater. He flies down before she can get up and straddles her, taking a deep breath and breathing his hottest fire directly upon her. After seconds of intense heat, he stops, only to hear laughing. Enraged once more, he rears his arm back and lands a hit straight at her face, surprisingly solid for fire. He does this again and again, the laughter never ceasing, until he is thrown into the air by a powerful uppercut.
He lands hard on the ground, but stands fast, ready to charge her. He does and this time, the true odds show themselves. For every punch, she would counter, every fireball she would swat it away, every attack denied. Eventually she picks him up by the throat, his power decreasing contrast to his ever growing rage. She giggles at him, before she strikes him directly in the abdomen and letting him fall, clutching his stomach. She walks away and disappears, laughing all the way. Getting to his knees, he sends a signal to his sister for help before he crawls over to the downed Red Ranger. He grabs him, stands up, wincing at the pain, and walks with him to his house, carrying the boy on his shoulder, limping the whole way.
That... was Her.
How do you like that for an ending huh? Anyways, this will develop later, but for clarification, this is the Her that has been talked about. He hates her with a passion and now you can see why. Anyways, see ya next time. Bye Bye!
