Billy was down for the count, it seemed. As much of his power as he used and as clever as he was, he'd just been cornered and trapped. He'd just barely blocked and diverted one of the blows intended to skewer his neck, an attack that then split his helmet instead. Angered, he'd thrown himself and aimed for a clean stab, but two more were ready to kill him. The battered helmet fell away, clinking across the ground.

What happened next was difficult to track. There was pain, a terrible yell---but strangely, it didn't inspire fear. Somehow his confidence and energy returned in full force, allowing him to dodge out of the way just before his opponents were done in.

Before he could react, he was hauled up by---hands, not claws, he forcefully reminded his panicked mind, taking a look to identify what had saved him. He saw wonderfully familiar eyes, and his heart soared. If he had to be honest with himself, he'd guess that Ronnae's kiss invigorated him more than her battle cry did.

"I think I have an idea," Billy answered breathlessly, unable to stop smiling. "Because I feel it too."

As he spoke, he reached an arm around her and fired a warning shot at something behind them. More Ohm. It was still going to be difficult to pass the larger creatures now speeding their way toward the Zords. Billy recognized them with a chill running down his spine. Tanks, deployed to tear his friends apart.

Listen, Billy used the comm ring to talk as he leapt back into action, his playful acrobatics returning with his renewed strength. It felt so much easier to twist and leap and slice now, much to his grim pleasure. I need to get back to my team. That tank is in our way and going to attack them. Can we block it?