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[color=black][b]Location[/b][/color] — Angel Grove Community Center
[color=black][b]Interactions[/b][/color] — A family, Vallory [@Zoey Boey], Charlie (indirectly; observing her baddassery) [@OGSG][/center][hr]
When the lance was removed from the Druidon's grasp and he caught the non-verbal cue, Ross stepped back from it, removing his hands from the middle of the lance, and watched as Vallory would make quick work of the previous owner of the lance, as well as his friends. 

Ross felt a secondhand adrenaline course through his veins. His arms were moving on their own. When Vallory made a thrust forward, his fists tightened up into a ball and lightly pumped into the air. He cheered her on when they were reduced to ash, no longer a threat to anyone.

And after a brief encounter with her friend Mia, who Ross recognized as one of the people he spoke with earlier before the event started, Vallory shouted at the two of them, telling both him and Mia to get out of here. He wanted to protest, feeling that she might need help. But then she mentioned Sloane and what he had suggested

[color=black][I]Finding an exit.[/i][/color] 

For as much Ross was concerned about the kids and the parents they came with, he couldn't forget the fact that when it came down to it, he rushed into action. He wasn't a Power Ranger or anyone who was in any position to make a real difference -- not yet, anyway. But he was respected by most of everyone here. He had been working with just about every family that had kids stay at the center from early morning well into the evening. They looked up to him. They saw him as a role model.

And this was the time for Ross to prove that to them.

[color=black]"Right. Just..."[/color] Ross looked at Vallory before she took off, [color=black]"just be careful."[/color]

His heart thudded intensely in his chest and Ross took maybe five steps forward, heading towards a family of three who were under an awkwardly positioned bench. A Druidon soldier was coming close to them. Ross prepared himself to take off in a jump. He was a skilled long jumper, which was his specialty when he was a part of the track and field team during high school. He took the stance with his body being poised to take off using his left foot, however, the soldier was distracted by the same thing that Ross turned to see:

A girl who couldn't have been any older than he nor Vallory making quick work of a Druidon.

[color=black]"[i]Whoa[/i]..."[/color] was all Ross could mutter as he sloppily ducked as the Druidon soldier noticed him and swung its lance at him. He tripped over himself.

As he looked over at the family, he put on a brave face for the little girl who was terrified. [color=black]"It's going to be okay,"[/color] he promised her even though he wasn't the least bit confident that it would be. He had to make sure she wasn't afraid. 

He stared down the creature as it raised its lance, but the sight of a bright purple light caught its and [I]his[/i] attention. The druidon soldier took off to a run, though it was obliterated about five paces into its haste-like sprint. Ross shielded the sight as he positioned himself in front of the kids, his back turned to the light and he smiled at the mother, father, and their little girl. Telling them repeatedly it's going to be okay.

Curiosity took over as Ross turned and his jaw dropped around the same time that he heard Vallory's voice. It reverberated like a crashing wave, the vibrations of her fangirling outweighing the previous desperate feeling he felt when he had his hands on the lance. The light that seemed to overwhelm the darkness of the scenario made Ross feel...good. Something about seeing it made him genuinely confident that maybe things weren't so bad now. 

And when the smoke cleared, his eyes widened for the first, authentic time. Hearing Vallory's voice confirm what his eyes and mind were confused about sent him up to his feet, almost star-struck.

"Who is that?" The little girl asked

Ross slowly turned his head to face her. [color=black]"I...think that's a Power Ranger,"[/color] he admitted as he tried to process that the rangers were actually back.

Ten years ago, the rangers disappeared without a trace. They had been the saviors of Angel Grove. They were the heroes that they never thought they'd get. PArt of the reason Ross became so grounded in wanting to help people out had more to do with just the center. Of course, it was a large reason as to why he is the way he is, but it was the rangers who stood as symbols of hope that inspired him to do what he could. It was the rangers who protected them all from the Druidons that Ross felt if he had it in him, he should always do the right thing. But more importantly, the rangers made him believe in himself more and truly gave him the confidence to not let what people said about him get to him so much.

Snapping out of it, Ross quickly got up, holding the table up. [color=black]"Okay, it's safe to come out."[/color] Ross held out his hand, helping all three of them get up. [color=black]"There's a fire emergency exit over there--" [/color]he gestured to the door with the neon "exit" sign about ten feet to the left of them, [color=black]"--use that to get to safety. There's a staircase that will lead you outside."[/color] Ross told them and smiled once more. 

Suddenly, the little girl gave him a tight hug. Ross was caught off guard as his heart pumped in that fluttery way and he pat the top of her head. 

"Thank you Mr. Ross!" She said as she hugged him for a few more seconds.

[color=black]"No problem, Grace,"[/color] he said before he watched her leave with her parents. He made sure to watch them until they disappeared through the door. Better safe than sorry.

He felt a sense of pride in how he was able to help a family get to safety but he had to do more. 

[color=black][I]But what?[/i][/color]
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