It was annoying, but it seemed that he'd miscalculated: the Power Rangers had been able to regain the use of their Zords, and now Tommy found himself having to face off against their Megazord once again. Finding himself on the ground fighting the Red Ranger, while his Dragonzord lay on the ground after being defeated by the rest of the Power Rangers in their Megazord, Tommy found himself more on the back foot than he'd ever been expecting to be.
Constantly driven back by the Red Ranger, Tommy found the Sword of Darkness that Empress Rita had given to him shot out of his hands, and he fell to the ground on his back from the force of the blast.
Growling under his breath, struggling back to his feet, Tommy grabbed his head as he felt…something cold…something heavy… ripping away from him so that he could think again…
Panting, blinking as he suddenly found his mind clear for the first time since he'd been forced into Rita's service, Tommy shuddered as he climbed back to his feet. The thought of what he might have exposed his friends and fellow Animorphs to, even though he had just wanted to help them when they were having trouble, made Tommy feel like everything the Power Rangers were trying to say to him was all noise.
Sure, they might have meant whatever they were saying, but Tommy wasn't in a position to hear it.
"I'm sorry, but I need to take care of something!" he shouted over his right shoulder, even as he turned to run for a nearby building.
He just needed somewhere out of sight; somewhere he could demorph and then morph safely.
