The Battle That Ended The Century

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People say that war is hell. This looked it.

Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.

The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.

A breather. The calm before the storm.

[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]

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[morphitudinous]

"That's a mutual problem, then! Don't worry. I'll end it soon enough." As he speaks, he reaches for his precious Blade Blaster---a few shots, a few stabs, and he'll have this fighter out of his hair.

Of course, Billy isn't going to take this well at all. His spirit hardens with determination when he feels Blue Ranger reaching for the gun, and thinking fast, he pulls his feet under and launches his bound body at the puppetmaster. Once on top, he rolls threateningly...perhaps if he can bait Blue into attacking him, Blue will inadvertently break the bonds.

Billy's move paralyzes the body long enough for Irma's kick to land, ending with Blue Ranger sprawled across the ground. Hissing, he changes his grip on the blaster and points it up at her. "Funny, I don't recall losing my sense. I'm merely fulfilling a goal for my lord."

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Irma stepped back as the Blue Ranger aimed the Blade Blaster at her. "Woah, no need to go that far!"

His lord? He's under the Nightmare King's hold, isn't he? Irma thought.

"Look, this is all a stupid dream! This is the Nightmare King's doing!" she shouted, stepping back. As much as she trusted herself she doubted that she could get another water shot in before he fired...

...but took the shot, launching another geyser blast at Billy. This is going to hurt...!

[morphitudinous]

Lucky for her, the blaster was ruined by the crushing water before the evil Ranger could get a shot in, thanks to Billy's heel-dragging. Of course, that left a Blue Ranger slamming into the ground again, grunting in pain.

"I know, isn't it wonderful?"

From Billy, the puppetmaster received a resounding 'NO!' The puppetmaster had thrown Billy off, slamming him into a sharp spike---but it had sliced a bond as well as his arm. Excellent. Pulling the bonds off, Billy wasted no time in slamming past and pouncing upward and outward.

And now, everyone will see a faint apparition of an unmorphed Billy standing between his original body and Irma, glaring daggers into that helmet. "I hope you've enjoyed your stay, but it's checkout time," his voice echoed, fainter and less...embodied than usual.