The Rangers arrived downtown. They saw the monster, who stood there, mostly just scaring people, while a horde of Putties was helping him. As much as that latter could, as some people have read the paper and knew how to deal with them.
"This is just great." the Red Ranger whined, "We're supposed to be the heroes fighting them, but now it's like they don't need us. We might as well not be Power Rangers at all."
"That guy doesn't look so tough." the White Ranger brought up, "I can take care of this one myself!"
He took his talking sword from behind his back and started towards the monster.
"Tommy, wait!" the Pink Ranger shouted after him.
"Well he is right." the Black Ranger started, "He doesn't look that tough."
"Maybe we could look around, see if... whoever talked about us to the papers is here again." the Yellow Ranger suggested.
"Great idea." the Blue Ranger agreed, "Let's go!"
As the remaining five set out to do what they decided, the White Ranger had reached the monster.
"Hahah... you think you're so strong don't you?!"
The monster turned to look at him.
"Just the white one?" the monster questioned, "I thought Lord Zedd and Empress Rita would have more of a challenge for me, Octophantom."
"Lord Zedd and Empress Rita?" the White Ranger hadn't heard those names before.
"Oh well, straight to business." the monster, Octophantom, said as he raised his urne.
"Glad you agree." the White Ranger replied, as he raised his sword and ran towards Octophantom.
All that the monster did was open the urne, from which a strange type of white whirlwind appeared.
"Tommy! Duck!" the White Ranger's sword told him.
The White Ranger didn't understand why the sword would tell him to do that, so he didn't duck, therefor allowed the white whirlwind to catch him, and take him into the urne.
"GREAT!" Octophantom cheered, "That's one! Only five to go!"
It allowed a strange kind of light to engulf him, upon which it disappeared out of sight, followed by the Putties.
The remaining five couldn't find who they were looking for, but they did notice a sudden change in atmosphere.
"You guys hearing that?" the Blue Ranger asks everyone.
"I'm not hearing anything." the Pink Ranger replied.
"The fight must be over." the Yellow Ranger deduced.
"Let's find out." the Red Ranger suggested, "Tommy, can you hear me?"
He spoke over his watch, but nobody responded.
"Tommy?" he tried again, but heard nothing.
"Rangers! Return to base now!" Zordon spoke instead.
The five were spooked by this sudden interruption, but they decided to go through with it anyway. They pressed their transforming devices on their belts and teleported themselves back to their command center.
Meanwhile, back at high school, Terrence was still in a bad mood from his last encounter with the six. He opened his locker and took whatever books he needed. There was another one he wanted to take, which was entitled "Encyclopedia of ancient mythology", but changed his mind at the last second. He slammed his locker shut after that.
"Ouch!" someone next to him, a girl by the sound of it, exclaimed.
The girl in question was using the locker next to Terrence, and had her head just inside it when he shut it.
"Can't you be more careful!?" she complained.
"What did I do?" Terrence asked, though he didn't sound like he cared.
"Well, if you didn't slam that thing, it wouldn't resonate in my locker, and wouldn't have my ears whistling now." the girl replied, still sounding angry.
"Why don't you wear earplugs if you got sensative ears?!" Terrence still had that hint of sarcasm in his voice.
The girl stood aghast at that: "You're the most egotistical person I ever met."
"And you deduced that out of knowing me for two seconds?" Terrence replied, "You're not quite the least annoying person I've ever met either."
Just when the girl was about to reply to that, a voice came from the P.A.: "Would Terrence Hunt please come to Miss Quentin's office."
Terrence sighed at the sound of that: "What does she want."
"That's you? You're that Terrence guy?" the girl laughed about this, "I can guess what she wants you for."
Terrence looked at her: "Sure. Laugh about it. Everyone else would."
"Don't worry." the girl was about to make her leave, "Maybe she can take care of your anger management, T."
She turned away from him just then. He was about to say something back to her, but for some reason he couldn't do it. On one hand, he was furious that she suggested he'd have an anger management problem. On the other, no one's ever called him just "T" before, which somehow sounded better than any other name he's ever been given. This girl in one brief moment made him feel undecided over what he should be feeling, which made him think of just one thing to say. And although he knew that the girl can't hear him, he did feel he had to say something.
"I hope we won't be meeting again." he whispered.
With that said, he went to see this Quentin he was supposed to go see. The bell rang, which usually meant he had to go to his class, but that had to wait just then.