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Kazami steps forward, clearing his throat. "Honestly, I'm not sure a spear is the best weapon to start with, if you're focusing on speed. But if it's what you have, then don't focus entirely on disarming him. You already have the range advantage." He holds his hand out, a spear forming in it, and makes rapid thrusting movements at the frozen Goldar. "Keep it up with rapid thrusts!"

He tosses the spear aside, then turns back to Billy. "However! There's one major flaw both of you are missing. Look at your enemy. A spear is not the ideal weapon for heavy plate armor, unless you're going for a joint or a gap." He shakes his head, giving Tsukasa a pointed look before walking towards Goldar, gesturing at him. "He's heavy. He has wings. Use simple throws or trips to get him onto his back. With luck, he'll break a wing. Or aim at his legs, break a knee with a kick. He'll collapse anyway. It'll take him a moment to get back to his feet, and you can use that moment to summon up your spear or your blaster or whatever you want and..." Goldar's cheek gets a friendly pat. "Finish the job."

He steps back, crossing his arms. "I'm not saying Decade's lessons are useless. From what I've seen, he's a capable fighter, deserving of his title. I'm just saying that you're using the wrong tactics for this particular fighter."

Kuuga!Decade considered Kazami's words carefully; he is the senior Rider here, with much more experience than Tsukasa.

"Valid points, Kazami." He began, twirling the Dragon Staff before resting one end on the 'ground.' "However, your methods require closing into hand to hand. My methods are designed to keep a person with a staff out of that range. Still, Mr. Cranston, Kazami is a very good hand-to-hand fighter. So, like I said, he suggested some good, usable ideas."

"All right," Billy nodded. "I've been practicing my throws and strikes since before I was rescued, but I need to practice with an opponent with a weight advantage." Physics lessons showed him the best places to hold and allow Goldar to roll. That just might work.

He holstered his weapons---one Blade Blaster and one half of the lane---at his side. "Training doesn't end until a winner is decided, correct?"

While he'd been resting, the Power had been working to numb his injuries. He was fit to continue.

Kuuga!Decade tossed the Dragon Staff away. It changed back into the rebar it was, and the armor of Kuuga dematerialized, revealing the magenta armor of Decade.

Tsukasa grinned behind the mask, saying, "I do believe you are right. If you're ready, then...?" He nodded toward Goldar, and the warrior started advancing toward the Blue Ranger again.

Decade tapped Kazami on the shoulder, saying, "We should probably give him some room, huh?"

"Affirmative." And once Goldar's on the move and the two Riders were out of the way, he moved. Dancing back and around, baiting, peppering with blaster shots. All of it in preparation for the real move.

Eventually, Goldar seemed to become frustrated and charged. Angling away from the sword, Billy crouched and waited for the last moment to spring his hands. Until then, he appeared to be going for a punch.

But no, he tried quite a difficult throw. Grab points, body weight, using his own movement---just as practiced, but adjusted for a larger size. As soon as feasible, he prepared to spin and use his weapons like they'd never been used before.

Kazami nods, stepping away from the match. "Sorry about that, by the way. I'm just not used to using weapons." Having them used on him, however...

He leans against his bike again and watches Billy critically. Looks like his advice is being heeded, a quick learner then. Good.

Decade shrugged; an odd prospect in armor with large shoulder pads. "Hey, advice is advice."

Decade copied Kazami as well, leaning against the Machine Decader and observing the Blue Ranger. Good, he's taking our advice to heart. Excellent.

Goldar, though, was not quite so lucky. Being slower than Billy, he was unprepared for him rushing in and starting to throw him.

All right, Billy, Quick and strong hits. Don't get too close in range, be prepared to evade again should he make sudden movements to get up.

Goldar is kicked on the way down as payback, and the prongs of the lance are slammed toward elbows and kneecaps. As forceful as he can make it.

Decade winced. He was not used to such...brutal tactics. However, they were working; Goldar was on the ground, sword forgotten, as he tried to grab the Blue Ranger to dislodge him.

Well aware of the dangers of cockiness, Billy did not smile under the helmet. He danced back, slammed the lance over the elbows to drive the arms down, and kicked hard.

Honor was out the window. He was wary, knowing full well that even the much better trained Jason had had trouble fighting Goldar alone.

Goldar stumbled to his feet, clearly stunned and wounded.

"Mr. Cranston, I think now might be a good time for a finishing move." Decade said, still rather shocked at how quickly the Blue Ranger took to that style of combat.

"Right!"

With his odd-sounding battle cry ringing through the air, the Blue Ranger launched into a powerful kick, lance angled to give his push more leverage. Oh, how he wished the team was around with the Power Blaster right now.

Kazami gives Decade a look. "Triceratops Kick?"

Decade chuckled for a second at Kazami's take on Billy's...interesting choice of Finishing Move.

There wasn't any fancy energy charging around, but it was still enough, since combined with all the damage Goldar took earlier to cause, shockingly enough, an explosion.

Decade strolled up to Billy, dusting off his hands. "Once again, Mr. Cranston: Analyze."

Huh---that was surprising. Goldar didn't tend to explode. Perhaps it was a side effect of the slight differences caused by the simulation.

"Like most attributes, weight can be a strength or a weakness. If a heavier opponent is fighting similarly, he'll win because his blows have more force behind them. A faster opponent needs to land more hits to succeed, but they can endure by minimizing the opponents' chances for retaliation."

Taking a breath, he adds: "My friends and I have never fared very well against Goldar. We're at a significant strength disadvantage, even when morphed. Even the full team can't defeat him comfortably. Under those conditions, I had to press the opportunities for attack that I could. We weren't taught to fight quite so brutally, but knowing how disadvantaged I was pressured me to change tactics."

He glances back and forth from Kazami to Decade. "...Triceratops Kick?"

Decade shot a glance over at Kazami. "You want to explain it to him, or should I?"

He cleared his throat before continuing. "I do agree with your analysis. I tend to, and thus encourage, fighting to one's strengths. You have a great ability to plan and you have a great intelligence. Also, your transformed form has great speed and range."

Hearing what Billy said about Goldar, Decade took a minute to consider his words. "Any enemy can be defeated, regardless of their strength, though. Remember that."

Kazami shrugs loosely, clapping a hand to Decade's shoulder. "You're the one teaching the man. I figure that makes it your duty. I'm just the audience."

The audience who gives advice.

Decade placed the palm of his hand over his face. Sure...audience. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kazami.

"I'll explain it later, Mr. Cranston." Decade said, trying to dodge the issue.

By now, Billy had removed the helmet in order to breathe some unobstructed air. The confusion about the 'Triceratops Kick' was quite obvious on his face. Decade's tone made him wonder what was so strange about that kick.

"Thank you. I've been so single-mindedly focused on the necessity of being able to fight without my powers that I've let them fall into disuse. I'll be more careful to focus on both forms of training from now on, and I definitely want to practice those lance tricks sometime soon."

After a quietly awkward moment, he turned to Kazami and asked "Why doesn't he want to discuss it? Is there a cultural expectation that I'm not aware of?"

Kazami chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I think he just doesn't want to explain how, out of all the worlds, the same technique keeps popping up."

"I would think, Mr. Cranston, that you would be more interested in the idea that a civilian like Kazami here," Decade began, jabbing a thumb toward V3, "would be so well-known to me. After all, for all you know, this is the first time I've ever met the man." Decade was sounding quite smug.

"It's not too strange," Billy shrugged. "My identity hasn't been a secret since I was rescued, so I have friends I know well who would play a similar role if our positions were reversed."

Glancing at Kazami once and then back to Tsukasa, he decided some reassurance was in order. "But your tone and phrasing suggests otherwise. I promise that I won't tell anyone else about either of you. To reveal yourselves or not is your choice and no one else's." This part is said with a raised eyebrow at Tsukasa.

"I lived under those rules for most of my career as a Ranger, so I've had some practice with covering for people."

Congratulations, Decade, you've successfully steered the conversation away from the strange phenomenon of Rider Kicks.

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"Well, Decade, what do you think?" Kazami raises an eyebrow. "He's already convinced that I'm some kind of superhero." He blames comic books, really.

And Decade. This is his fault for pushing the idea that Kazami might be something special. Kazami will remember this, Decade, oh yes. Don't be surprised if an eyepatch appears in your future.

Decade leaned in close to Kazami. "What, you mean you aren't?" He whispered, before raising the volume of his voice to address Billy.

"Mr. Cranston...since I think we've reached a good stopping point, I think we'll call it there for now. If you wish to do more training with me, call me and I may be free to help. I do recommend reading some books on short and long range combat, in addition on some on battle strategy. These will help you gather new ideas that you can blend into your existing style."

"I'll say nothing more about it," he says with a slight smile. Seconds later, hands touch the belt buckle and he de-morphs in a flash of white light.

At the mention of study, he nods. "I will, thank you. I'll call as soon as I'm ready."

After one last appreciative smile, he's headed for the door. Perhaps he's a little wiser and not too much worse for the wear.

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