As Recca handed her the Mobirates, Alfhildr could only stare back in confusion. This was supposed to be a weapon? How could such a thing be used to cleave the heads of the accursed Zangyack? Clearly a sword or an axe would be better, for with a mighty blade she could let the blood of her enemies flow like a burst dam! And how could a communications device and a bizarre key allow her to do that?

As she was about to loudly question this, though, Regal had decided to explain what Recca had merely glossed over. In a flash of red light, he had transformed, and was now wearing what looked like red spandex and a matching helmet.

"Ah, so that is how it works! You finally look like a true warrior, Brother Regal!" Laughing heartily, Alfhildr gave the newly appointed Red Ranger a playful slap on the back... Or at least to her it was playful; she wasn't one for holding back, after all, and were it not for his new outfit Regal would probably be pretty sore right now. "Aye, with this power we shall truly show those Zangyack dogs the meaning of vengeance! Many heads will roll this morn, and our swords will drink deep of their blood as though it were the finest mead!"

Despite her enthusiasm, though, Alfhildr merely pocketed her key and Mobirates. A true warrior only draws their sword when it is time for glorious battle, after all.