Ronnae's spirit was contagious, Billy found out. It seemed to coincide with her powerful roars, assuring him that she was still safe and in the fight, but there seemed to be more to it than that. He'd ask later.
He sped across the field and moved in for short strikes, appearing as a blur of a muted and blood-stained color that had once been a shining royal blue. Well aware that he lacked Ronnae's raw power, he tried to outlast with speed and precision. The battlefield was no place to lose his logic because it was one of his greatest weapons. Observation of the battle helped him to find weak spots---
---like one Ronnae had seemed to uncover, slicing off the claws. He did his best to do the same, tearing into his enemies when the time was right and retreating when it wasn't. That approach minimized his injuries, even if it took longer.
"Almost there!" he yelled as he threw himself at an exposed back and struck, glancing up at the Zords overhead. They were waiting for him. "One more push?"
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He sped across the field and moved in for short strikes, appearing as a blur of a muted and blood-stained color that had once been a shining royal blue. Well aware that he lacked Ronnae's raw power, he tried to outlast with speed and precision. The battlefield was no place to lose his logic because it was one of his greatest weapons. Observation of the battle helped him to find weak spots---
---like one Ronnae had seemed to uncover, slicing off the claws. He did his best to do the same, tearing into his enemies when the time was right and retreating when it wasn't. That approach minimized his injuries, even if it took longer.
"Almost there!" he yelled as he threw himself at an exposed back and struck, glancing up at the Zords overhead. They were waiting for him. "One more push?"