Power Rangers: Inferno Force
Chapter 1
A Single Spark…
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
"Flashback"
"Magic/Powers/Effects"
Location/Date/Time Change
Tempura, Unknown Universe
"BAR THE DOORS!"
"But there are others outside!"
"They will hold the line!"
With a reluctant sigh, the great stone door was pushed shut. "Will this hold her out?" A younger voice asked.
"No, but it will buy us some time." A hooded figure turned and started walking over. "We must use the-" Black wind suddenly shot through the stain glass window, turning the shards into projectiles that punctured the figure. Toppling over, he reached out and his robe fell off.
The man's skin was cracked and glowing like lava, his flame-like hair flowing around. "Don't let it… fall…" The monk toppled over and he turned to ash, leaving on his robe.
"He… he…" The boy mumbled in fear, his own hood falling off. Like the other man, he had lava-like skin, red eyes and his 'hair' was green with blue tips.
"Aw, boo hoo!" The two remaining monks looked at the window to see the killer. Horns curved backwards as feathery ears graced the side of his face. His mouth was a beak with jagged teeth and his eyes were golden. A black and green toga covered his body as twin swords hung from his side.
His arms were covered in brown fur, and his hands were clawed like lions. The wind blew his sash and revealed that his feet were actually bird-like talons. Jumping down, black wings flapped out of his back and lowered him to the ground. "Don't worry about your little friend there. You'll join him soon enough!"
Two more robed beings charged with spears and the feathered creature drew his sword in an 'x' fashion before catching one. He twisted his hands and his blades chopped the wood in half before rolling to the side. The second guard roared before the hybrid spun and dropped with a swing, taking the guard's head off.
The robe fell over and he turned before stabbing his sword into the first guard's gut. Smirking, he then raised his second sword and chopped down on the head. The robe crumbled before he turned to the remaining pair and charged forward. The teen flinched in panic before the attacker suddenly froze mid swing, a blue aura surrounding him. "H-hey, what did you do to me?!"
"A simple spell, but quite unbreakable." The man declared, pulling his hood off and revealing his own blue flames. "My son. You must perform the ritual at once."
"Father! I cannot! To do so violates our most-"
*BANG!*
The door behind the intruder started to creak and bow out, like something (or someone) was trying to force its way in. "You're screwed now." The paralyzed man chuckled with a smile. "Any minute now, that door will break and then there will be hell to pay!" Another blow hit the door, and the stone cracked even more.
"Vulcan! You must go!" The father declared, pulling a sword out from under his robe. "The Great Flame must not fall into her hands! You are the only one who can save every living soul! I know you can do it! Now go!"
The now named son clenched his fist in anger as a single 'tear' fell from his face. "…Yes father." The boy declared before racing into the temple. A third blow hit the door, making the top most part start to crumble and fall.
The father smiled and chuckled to himself. "Some father I turned out to be."
The door was finally pushed down, revealing the force behind the assault. A stone creature marched into the building, its body seemingly carved out of the stone. Two arms were situated on the side as a third came out of the back, each ending in a four fingered 'hand'. The chest was left bare as his arms were coated in black armor, each holding a different weapon.
The left had a sword, the right a mace, and the back arm had a war-scythe. Greaves protected its feet as plate-mail covered its legs. Red moss acted as hair on its angular face, black stone acted as eyes. The creature turned and bowed in respect as another being walked forward, making the father even angrier.
A woman walked forward, determination in her eyes. Her hair was a green waterfall ending in sea foam at her shoulders. Her skin was as blue as the sea and her eyes were as dark as night. Black and purple seashell armor covered her top half, a plated battle skirt of the same material at her waist. Coral gauntlets protected her arm as a pair of heeled boots gave her legs mobility and protection. Underneath it all was a layer of chainmail for even more protection.
"Surge…" The father glared at the woman with pure malice, his sword ready to strike her down.
"Old man." Surge said back with a smirk before glancing at the captured creature. "Windstorme, didn't I tell you to be more careful?"
"Sorry, boss. But you know me." He chuckled back. "Once I start killing, I can't stop myself!"
"Have you no shame or decency?" The rock creature asked with narrowed eyes. "Battle is not a game. It is-"
"A sacred activity. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, you never shut up about it, Tra-mor." Windstorme mocked.
"It is pronounced Tre-mor!" The rock creature growled back, pointing the mace at the trapped ally.
"Now, now. This is not the time for this bickering." Surge declared, her eyes still on the older monk. "The rest of your congregation is dead, Vulcanus, and you will be too. You know what I want, and you know I have no qualms about sending my allies after the rest of your species. So I'll make you a deal: surrender, hand over my prize and I shall let you and your family live."
"So you can just walk out of here with the Great Flame? All for what?" Vulcanus asked, keeping her sword aimed at her. "For some misguided idea of revenge!? I would rather see it destroyed than hand it over to you!"
Surge merely chuckled before raising her hand. "Then so be it." She declared before she snapped her fingers. Tramor charged and swung his mace, forcing Vulcanus to block. He turned and tried to stab into the three armed being, only for the war scythe to catch it. With a twist, he pushed the blade to the side and swing his mace.
Vulcanus ducked the metal bludgeon before delivering a palm strike to the chest. The impact created an explosion that forced the rock being back until the sword and scythe dug into the floor. Tramor came to a stop and glared at Vulcanus, who entered a fighting stance with the sword down. Both charged again and swung their swords, metal hitting metal.
"How soon until you stop this?" Windstorme asked Surge.
"Right about now." Surge replied, stepping to the side.
A massive tree branch suddenly tore through the air and then went clean through the monk. Coughing up 'blood', he tried to push himself free as his strength left his other arm, forcing him to drop his blade.
"You waste too much time." Vulcanus looked over and saw a wooden being holding a massive spear. The body was white with brown knots littering along the body. The head was like a stump with an angle carved out, leaving it hollow. The eyes were carved into the being and glowing a yellow aura.
The creature's free hand took the form of a shield as willow leaves hung off its shoulder. Moss and mushrooms grew over the body as the roots hung out of its feet, acting like toes. With one swing, it slammed the spear into the wall, crushing the monk and killing him. The golem then pulled its arm back and the massive spear turned into a smaller club.
Tramor watched as the ashes floated in the air and the robe fell to his feet. "He should have died like a warrior." Tramor stated, looking down at the robe. "What you did robbed him of his final honor."
"Oh, grow up, gravel breath." Windstorme scoffed back, rolling his arms for the first time in bit. "It was funny as hell."
"We have more important things to do than argue amongst ourselves." The wooden construct declared.
"Timbus is correct." A very dark smile grew on Surge's face as she walked further into the temple. "At long last, revenge is in my grasp." The other three followed behind, weapons at the ready.
With Vulcan
Fear.
Exhaustion.
Duty.
Those three words were racing through the mind of the young Vulcan. Yet he carried on, for it was his task. Reaching the target room, he ran inside and quickly barred the door with the wooden bar. "I need to hurry." He said as he turned inward. There, resting in a golden alter with silver trim, was a massive, multicolor flame, dancing about.
"The Great Flame…" Vulcan mumbled in amazement as he walked forward. Entranced by its beauty, his eyes reflected all the colors of the rainbow. "May the gods forgive me for what I must do." Holding out his hands, he stared waving his arms in a intricate motion, smoke trailing off his fingers.
"Indumos no rotinis, ja bool ne ka paluki." He chanted in an ancient tongue, the smoke forming a series of trails. The smoke formed a circular seal in front of him, taking on the colors of the flame. "Kiku wo tunsoep la neow mek-"
A force suddenly cracked against the door, cutting Vulcan off in surprise. "Meksi nepl sneos, whja mwos tneos neos,e heo neoks ehwos." He completed the circle and the seal formed as another blow cracked and splintered the wood. "EXPOTUS!" The final word before he clasped his hands together, making the seal glow.
*BOOM!*
An explosion rocked the temple and the door snapped open, Surge tumbling forward. "No…" She mumbled as she raced forward to the alter, her followers walking after her. "No, no, no,…" Reaching out to the brazier, she looked in and found her worst fear; nothing. Anger over took her and her hair started boiling as she turned to the child. "Where is it?"
Her question went unanswered as Vulcan could only cough. Enraged, she picked him up by the robe and slammed the kid onto the table. "WHERE IS IT!?" She shouted, flailing Vulcan around and wiping the slab clear of the religious artifacts.
"The Great Flame… is now destroyed." Vulcan groaned out, forcing himself to look up. "You will never find it now, Surge… Never!"
Growling, the woman turned and spun, throwing him. Vulcan bounced along the ground before crashing into a floor candelabra. "After all the work that went into finding this place, gathering the best warriors, breaking my body with training! All of that effort, and a stupid kid ruins everything!" Surge cursed.
"Fret not, m'lady." All four turned as another being entered room. This one walked with a metal cane, topped with a glowing red lightning boot. The hand gripping it was clawed and sparkling blue, connected to a piece ovular metal. The arm lead up to a shoulder piece with a Tesla coil glowing with power. The body itself was seemingly several pieces of metal, connected by pulsating metal.
The legs lead down to similar metal boots, sans the Tesla coils. The being's head arched up into what looked like a black and red computer chip, a singular 'eye' sitting in the center. Twin pieces of metal hovered around the head, acting as adornments. "I have collected more than enough data here." The free hand held up a crude device, beeping and glowing as it waved the machine around the room.
"With this, I'm more than competent to create a machine that can detect this 'Great Flame', even if it is in fragments. Once we locate them, we shall forced them back together. And then you will have your revenge."
"And why should we trust you, bolt brain?" Windstorme asked, raising an eyebrow.
"For once, I am in agreement with you." Tramor said. "You just showed up one lunar phase, offered your services to our lady, and demand nothing in return for your work?"
"Trust me, don't trust me, I could not care less." The electrolyte replied as it walked forward. "I am merely interested in see m'lady's wish come true." The being bowed to the water woman, her eyes staring a hole through it.
"…Very well, Voltaire." Surge declared, motioning the being to stand up. "We will return to our ship, you will construct your device, and then we will gather them. The rest of you, begin your preparations. Once he's finished, we shall set out."
"And this temple?" Timbus asked, throwing his club over his shoulder.
"Raise it to the ground, and then begin searching the multiverse." She ordered as she walked out of the ritual room. "Kill anyone or anything in your way. I want those ashes. Only then will my revenge finally be complete."
The five walked out of the alter room as Vulcan just started to stir. "Must… protect the embers…" He groaned, pushing himself up. The building started to shake as he crawled over to the alter. He touched the side of the stone and dragged his hand along it in a backwards 'Z'.
It was something he had discovered as a child, though his father had stopped him from going through it. The side opened up to a small hole which he slumped through it. He fell down a dark as the temple started crumbling, a large chunk of stone crushing the table and sealing off the tunnel.
Vulcan awoke to find himself on a stone floor, this one cold and unlike the one he grew up in. Pushing himself up, he walked forward and silver flames suddenly erupted above him. The high torches illuminated the blue stone, white pillars keeping the space collapsing. "What is this place?"
Another step and more flames burst up along the floor length braziers, these bronze in color. Holding out his hand to keep his sight, Vulcan suddenly pulled it back when he felt a smooth surface. He turned his head and stared at a large glass orb, a smoky field inside it.
A great wall of azure flames suddenly burst up behind the orb, scaring him back. "I see the worst has happened." Vulcan dropped over in surprise as a figure walked from the flames. It raised an 'arm' and snapped its 'fingers', killing the flames and revealing their form. It was a small girl about his height with green skin and black 'hair' tied in a wolf tail. She wore a black dress with green highlights, the click-clack of heels going off as she walked over.
"Who are you?" Vulcan asked, crawling back in fear.
"I am Embr." The being declared. "I am the last of my kind, the ones who guard the Great Flame since time immemorial."
"Y-you're a Pyros?" Vulcan asked in shock as he pushed himself up. "I thought you were a myth, a parable for our eternal practice."
"I can't say I'm surprised by your lack of faith." Embr said back with a hint of a smile. "My kind hasn't manifested on this plane in eons. But my history is not important. The Great Flame: what has happened to it?"
"A-an enemy attacked." Vulcan stuttered out. "Five of them… they killed everyone, they… they killed my father…" 'Tears' started falling from his eyes as he stared at the ground. "He-he told me to use the Destruction Ritual on the Great Flame. That it should never fall into her hands. And that's what I did…"
Embr seemingly stared a hole through his soul, studying his words. "You did the right thing." She said, turning to the orb. "But now we have to set about on a new task: Finding the Sparks."
"The Sparks?" Vulcan asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"The Great Flame cannot be destroyed." She explained. "There is no Destruction Ritual, it is a Separation Ritual. You have split the Flame into ten Sparks. With these Sparks, you can recreate the Great Flame. But it is now a race: if your enemy gets a hold of them, they can create it and use it for their own purposes."
"Then we have to find them!" He shouted back. "We go out into the multiverse and find them! Surge cannot get her hands on the Great Flame!"
"That was always the plan." She replied, satisfied to know they were thinking the same thing.. "But your proposal is more work than needed. The sparks will seek out those who are worthy. It is your job to find them and protect them."
"How do I find them?" Vulcan asked.
"Divining." The spirit declared, sitting down in a lotus position around the orb. Not knowing what else to do, Vulcan copied her and closed his eyes on the opposite side of the orb. Both started glowing in a red aura as the room lit up around them, revealing intricate architecture and ten rooms, each sealed off by some warding charms.
Dimension X192
Misaki City
A young boy crawled back from a pair of grotesque dolls, a strange energy flying into their mouths. The city around him was frozen in time as people faded away. The creatures turned to him, white flames dripping out of their maws. "How is this kid moving in our seal?" The giant baby doll asked.
"Who cares?" The multi-headed being snapped back. "We should bring him back to the master."
"OKAY!" The baby doll suddenly turned into a large toy before picking the stunned human up. "Got him!"
To the boy's horror, the doll slowly started bringing him to its razor sharp mouth. He closed his eyes in horror and waited for his end, only to suddenly hit the ground. Opening his eyes, he found the doll's arm on the ground before it quickly faded away. Looking up, Yuji Sakai found himself staring at a young-looking girl with fiery crimson hair almost as long as her entire body height. Her eyes were as bright as her hair and she had a fair complexion. She was donned in an all-black attire consisting of a shirt, pants, a strange pendant and a trench-coat.
In her hand was a katana, set a blaze by bright red fire. "Who… who are you?" He nervously asked.
"Alastor?" The girl seemingly asked no one.
"The boy is not human." A deep voice replied, scaring Yuji.
"H-H-H-HOW DARE YOU!?" The giant doll shouted enraged, clutching its wound. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY ARM!? I'LL KILL YOU!" It charged the redhead, anger seething off of it. The girl shifted her feet and rushed past the being. Seconds later, the other arm fell off, forcing it to back away. "I-it-it can't be…"
The doll fell to the ground and started crawling away in fear. "The Flaming Haired, Blazing Eyed Huntress…" It mumbled as the girl started walking over. "STAY AWAY!" Ignoring the plea, the girl swung her katana and severed the head. Instantly, the creature burst into flames and burned away.
The girl turned back to Yuji and stared at him, unaware of the blush on his face. "Is this the Torch?" She leaned down and asked her necklace, confusing him.
"Yes."
"I'LL KILL YOU!" The multi-headed being shouted, charging at the two. The boy flinched in fear as the girl merely raised her leg and kicked it in one of its many faces. The porcelain face cracked and the 'body' crashed into a building. She then turned and sliced above Yuji, causing an arm to fall into view.
The boy stumbled back in fear as a girl in purple dress clutched her wound. "If you're going to run away, don't go for the bait." She chuckled, pointing her blade at the womans neck. "That's three fish for me."
"You, you're the Flame Haze of Alastor, aren't you?" The woman asked.
"So what?" The redhead chuckled.
"You cannot stop my master!" The woman shouted back.
"You'll see him soon enough." The girl pulled her sword back and went to chop the head off, only for boy to jump in the way. The armless woman jabbed into his body and smiled as her arm started glowing. A flaming slash cut her body from the shoulder to the waist.
A small doll shot out of the wound and took to the sky. "Behind you!" The girl turned and saw the hydra charging her. She swung her sword and sliced the multi-headed being in half, finally ending the threat. Flicking her sword clean of any filth, she missed the white dyed flame that was absorbed into her sword.
A presence caught her attention and she turned around, only to see a white flame covered figure fade away. 'Was that a… deer?'
Dimension X763
Mustafa City
A boy with a large scar over his left eye laid on a bed in a large apartment complex. Shoto pulled his hand out from behind his head and reached over to the small table next to his bed. Grabbing his phone, he opened it and pressed play on the video for the fifth time.
"Look there! He's risking his life for us! He's fighting for us!"
The most popular boy on the internet shouted as a the camera turned just in time for a Prominence Burn to rip through the sky. Endeavor, Enji Todoroki, his father, crashed to the ground before hitting the pavement. The force of the impact kicked up dust and debris before it finally started fading.
The Number One-ranked Hero hung his head and arms in exhaustion before lifting his right arm in a sign of victory. "He put his life on the line…" He mumbled to himself. "Maybe… maybe he actually can make this things right." He closed the phone screen and reached for the light when something caught his eye. "What on earth?"
It was a small green flame, sputtering towards him. Holding out his left hand, ice starting to roll of his hand. The cold air did nothing to kill the ember and the flame merely shot past his hand. With absolutely no resistance, the ember shot forward and flew into his scared eye. He cried in pain before the world around him started crumbling into ash. Matching flame raged around him as he looked up, the flame rolling off his scarred eye.
His father laid on the ground, next to all other top ten Pro Heroes in defeat. He turned around to see U.A. crumble and collapse, his class trapped inside. Looking around, he tried to find something, anything, that would help this situation. A bellowing roar caught his attention before a force hit the ground. A large hand suddenly grabbed him and picked him up. Shoto cried in horror as a glowing maw opened up as if to swallow him.
"Your time will come…"
Snapping up, Shoto gasped in a panic as he looked around. "A dream?" He mumbled before getting out of the bed. "Should have known. Fire can't just appear out of no where, let alone green fire." His stomach growled in aggravation as he grabbed his phone. "Note to self: never eat any of Bakugo's Chilly Wings again." His phone buzzed again and he looked down to see a message from his sister. "A dinner for dad?"
Dimension X427
Tougetsu City Mall
"Can I… help you?" A boy covered in shopping bags asked as a woman dug into her purse. She pulled out a scroll and unrolled it before pushing the kid next to her away. The boy rushed to help the child up before a large sword tried to stab him. The blonde woman, now clad in a pale witch outfit smiled as she dug the blade into the ground.
"Takamiya!" A voice cried out as his shopping partner rushed over. It was a beautiful young woman with long black hair in a green school uniform with a black skirt and knee-high socks.
Two more girls walked behind her, seemingly knowing the sword user. "Get her! She's a Workshop Witch!" The blonde shouted. The pair rushed forward and donned their own witch outfits, one pulling out a giant pair of scissors.
"Ayaka!" The boy shouted in a panic, covering the girl from the sword.
"Stay down." The teen warned him. Fire erupted around the girl before it exploded, kicking up smoke. A pair of hands grabbed the two new comers and pulled them in. Blows started landing as the girls winced with every blow. The smoke faded as they fell to the ground, completely defeated as the scissors flew through the air.
Takamiya rolled with the girl and the blades missed them both. Ayaka stood before them, now clad in a red witch hat and robe. The blonde pulled out a pair of pistols and started shooting. Ayaka merely covered the two with her cloak and took the shots. "Those are guns!?" Takamiya asked in horror.
"Don't worry. It'll all be over soon." Ayaka replied as the 'click, click' soon indicated the guns were empty. The blonde tossed them to the side and turned to grab her sword, only to suddenly pull away in pain.
"That's hot?" Her confusion was soon replaced with fear as the metal turned red hot and the ground was starting to smolder.
Turning around, she watched as Ayaka opened her hand and let every single round fired fall free. She then pointed her hand forward in a gun gesture, scaring the enemy. "Bang."
In a panic, she turned to grab her allies just as the ground under them erupted into an explosion. The blast knocked all three girls back as Ayaka Kagari carried Honoka Takamiya and the girl through the flames. "R-r-r retreat!" The blonde shouted as she pulled out a grappling gun.
"You two need to be vigilant from now on. We know who you are now, and we're never gonna stop coming after you!" The hook fired off and pulled the three away from the destruction.
"…There are some real weirdos in the Tower Witches, aren't there?" Honoka asked, not noticing the small yellow flame that flew into his carrier's hand.
A yellow feather fell in front of her and turned to ash. She looked up and saw a strange being fade into flames, much to her confusion.
Dimension V660
Southern Cross Boy's Monastery
Rain poured down in a cemetery as a lone boy stared at the fresh grave. A sword wrapped in a red leather was attached to his back as he stared at his father's grave.
'Once you leave the monastery, use this phone. It's for a friend of mine.'
Heading his father's words, he pulled out the phone his father gave him and punched in the number. It didn't even ring three times before he suddenly surrounded by strange figures, all faces covered by mask. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rin Okumura." He turned his head to find the strangest looking man he had ever seen.
"My name is Mephisto Pheles, a friend of your father. You have my condolences." He explained with a bow.
"So you guys are exorcists, right?" Rin asked in concern. "My dad said you'd take me in."
"We are the Knights of the True Cross." The man flashed a toothy grin. "You are the son of Satan, I cannot let you become a threat to humanity." Rin growled in anger as Mephisto continued. "So you have two choices: let us kill you, or you kill us. Then again, I suppose you could kill yourself. What's it going to be?"
"Let me join you!" Everyone stared in shock of the statement. "I'm not Satan's son. My only dad was Shiro Fujimoto! I'm gonna beat the crap out of Satan! For his sake!"
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"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mephisto broke out laughing as the others stepped back. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard! You're absolutely funny, kid." He wiped a tear from his eye and smirked. "The son of Satan an Exorcist. I like it!"
"Wait, seriously?" Rin was in total shock that his idea was accepted.
"You've chosen a rocky path, boy." Mephisto continued. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"I'm not a human." He replied. "And I'm not a demon. But I will be an exorcist!"
"So be it!" Mephisto tapped his umbrella on the ground and a limo pulled to the curb. Mephisto climbed into the door just as a stray blue flame entered Rin's blade.
Blue flames erupted around him, but this wasn't his power. Everything around him, the city, the cars, even the people, burst into flames and turned to ash. Strange, bipedal shadows charged through the city, sniffing the air before they glared at Rin. Reaching for his sword, he found only empty air.
"What the hell!?" The creatures charged at him and swung their claws, forcing him to jump back. He crashed onto his father's headstone and stumbled over. The shadowy entries hissed and raced at him, only for a large claw to suddenly appear and swipe them away.
The new being was a large creature, completely covered in blue flames. It turned and hissed at Rin before it started circling him, the tail swiping any that tried to attack Rin.
"Your time will come…"
The creature hissed before it swung its claw, hitting Rin and launching him into a black ocean. He desperately tried to tread water, but something pulled his leg down. His hand was the last thing to sink into the abyss.
"Rin?" Said person blinked as he heard his name being called. Just now, he found himself next to Mephisto's limo, with said person giving him a bewildered expression. "Is everything alright? You look paler than usual."
"Sorry. Just… thinking about something." He replied before climbing into the car.
Dimension K993
Tokyo, Fire Force Station 8
"Me, go to the church with the Sister to get our gear baptized?" Shinra Kusakabe repeated his orders from Captain Obi in shock.
"Yeah. It'll be your first time there too, right?" Obi asked as he continued to lift his weight with one hand.
"Yeah." He nodded before picking one bag of weapons and tools.
"Shinra, thank you so much." Sister Iris said as she stepped out of the building. "Let's roll out." She did the rock and roll symbol with her hand, making Shinra blush.
"That's freaking adorable…" Shinra mumbled as she picked up the other bag and the two started walking away from the station.
"It's not too heavy is it, Shinra?" The nun asked in worry.
"Nope, not at all." He chuckled, hiding the strain on his arms. "Bet this must get pretty lonely doing this all by yourself."
"Yes, but we don't usually have this much gear." She replied. "I can carry some of the stuff if you want." She pulled her habit sleeve up and flexed her arm, showing off a small bicep bump. "I've trained so I won't be left behind by you guys."
'Her arm… it's so cute!' His mind raced in thought before he slapped his checks. 'No! She's a Sister! I can't think about her like this!' Iris tilted her head in confusion as she kept her arm up. Both were unaware of a small red flame that quickly flew into his feet.
A loud howl scared him as he slowly turned around, only to find the bags on his arms missing. Red flames roared around him as he turned around in a panic. His station crumbled and toppled over as it turned to ash. Heavy footsteps caught his attention and he flinched in panic as black water trapped his feet in place.
Glowing eyes stared at him and he froze in fear, slowly turning his head. A rushing shadowy giant raced over, forcing Shinra to pull on his legs. "Come on, come on, come on!" He finally managed to tear his left foot free, only for a glowing void to open up above him. Instantly it pushed down and swallowed the area around him.
"Your time will come…" That was the last thing he heard before the jaw snapped shut.
Shinra gasped in shock as he came to a stop. "Is something wrong?" Iris asked in confusion.
"N... no. It's nothing." He replied with a fake smile before the two resumed their walk. 'The hell was that? A new trick from Amaterasu? Or maybe that plasma user? Either way, it won't work.'
Well, here's the winner. Gotta be honest, I'm a little disappointed at the number of people who vote. But at least we got to double digits this time around, that's impressive. And this poll will also determine the order of which these stories get done.
I'll admit: you might not know some of the Rangers I have planned for this story. But they fit the theme for this team so that's why I went with them (in case you can't tell, the theme for this is fire power users). I have all ten planned out so I won't be taking any suggestions for more Rangers.
I will, however, be taking suggestions for monsters. I'm open to anything as long as they fit the theme I plan on laying out. You can suggest any NON-ANIMAL themed monster you want, as long as it is connected to the other elements (wind, water, earth if you know the classical elements, or wood, metal, water earth if you're into the Wuxing of Chinese). Anything is fair game.
I will see you all for the next chapter. Until then, if you're curious about any of the shows I mentioned (I know which two you're thinking about), ask me and I'll tell you about them.
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