The center was still in a state of chaos upon arrival, people scattering and desperate to get to the parking lot or get out of the way from the destruction path. She frowned, the lack of police assistance not at all surprising considering how slow the response was in the past but it didn’t stop her annoyance that the citizens had had to face this practically alone. At least they were here now, maybe they could help calm the storm and make this more of a fair match. Charlie pointed out a direction, the biggest portion of panic coming from that location or at least it appeared so since it was on the other side of the building.
”Right.”, she agreed with a nod before following her lead as they sprinted to the scene. It seemed a few of the people had decided not to run or hide but stood up to take on the fight and try to defend others.
She was about to sprint forward and attack the soldiers honing in on a dude holding a bat but instead she found herself pausing and looking in the direction Charlie had dashed.
’Clint?’, Jordan thought in confusion, noticing that indeed one of the people amongst the chaos was him and looking worse for the wear since he had probably jumped into a fight with no defense. She had a split moment of panic, worrying about his safety and if he needed medical attention when suddenly something clicked that sparked her full blown anger.
’That motherfucker! He is gonna get a piece of my fucking mind!’, she internally cursed as she sprinted off in that direction. Charlie was already taking on one of the soldiers so she went to distract the other two from her teammates. She jolted forward, not hesitating even with the lance pointed in her direction. As the soldier thrusted forward to attack, she quickly spun to the side so grabbed the wrist of her attacker before yanking them in her direction, forcing the previous momentum to continue so she could land a nice right hook into their face. She didn’t give them a moment to relax or catch their balance as she was already pulling them back up by the wrist to halt their falling so she could kick them into the next oncoming soldier, letting the other soldier take out their teammate since it had been thrusting at her.
”Wanna piece of me, huh!?! Come at me, bitch!”, Jordan growled darkly in taunt, curling her hand and for it to come forward. It went into defense, not moving an inch as it seemed to be preparing for her attack instead of diving after her as the first had or at least she had thought that is what it was doing when it’s attention was starting to drift to another.
”Oh no you don’t! Eyes on me, ya rat bastard!”, she yelled, sprinting in the soldiers direction. She slid to her side at the last moment, elbow slamming hard into the soldier's gut before she bent her body backwards, hands placed solid on the ground before kicking upward hard to complete her flip as well as to disarm. The lance flicked into the air, the soldier stumbling back a bit while she landed on her feet. She went to catch the lance only to stumble back to avoid a punch, the soldier recovering faster than she had hoped. Jordan was forced to throw bother her arms up to block but winced as her side was hit with the other punch.
She flipped back a few paces to create some distance, her side aching a bit but easily ignored it to focus once more. She sprinted for the lance, the soldier doing the same. She made a jump for it, rolling with the lance in her grip before planting herself defensive and thrusting it upward into the soldier causing an explosion of bright light. She slammed the lancing on the ground, using it to help her up as she made her way over to Charlie and Clint. She arrived just in time to catch Charlie's little question about how he was holding up and actually found herself scoffing in irritation.
”He wouldn’t have to be holding up at all if he hadn’t fucking ditched us like a little…big pussy assed bitch.”, she answered even though the question wasn’t directed at her. She was glaring daggers at him, the only thing saving him from her wrath was the fact he did look like shit and having been punished enough by taking a beating but it wouldn’t save him from a verbal lashing. Honestly, this jagoff had snuck out like an embarrassed woman after a one night stand. Who does that crap?!?? It was childish and pathetic.
”Nice to see you recovered and went back to screechin’.” Clint replied, knowing partially that she was right, but with an attitude like that she could shove that lance up her ass. Taking Charlie’s help to stand, despite the fact it hurt like hell to do it, he was glad to be back on his feet and back in the action, or at least he hoped back in the action if the damn pain would stop. His eyes scanned both women, noting that they seemed just as ready to fight as he was. He figured the news would hit them too, but he wasn’t as sure that they’d show up. As much as he wanted to tape Jordan’s mouth shut, he was more welcoming of her jackass remark than still being on the ground.
”I’m fine, Charlie. Thanks for askin’.” He answered to his short friend, eyes peering over at the sight of… Quite a few Drunn Soldiers approaching. It was definitely an unfortunate sight to behold right after getting back on his feet.
”Oh? You think that’s nice, hm? I haven’t even begun to screech at you, cowboy! The only reason you aren’t getting an ass whooping right now is because you already took one. Don’t make me change my mind cause I can easily multitask when it comes to problems.”, Jordan shot back, irritation mounting in her voice the longer she spoke. He obviously wasn’t hurting as bad as she thought if he still had it in him to be sassy. It actually gave her immense relief that he was snapping back, toning down her need to worry or examine his injuries since now wasn’t the time. As it was, she was worried about the other people still in the area and hoping none of them were injured either. It was just easier to be pissed off then a worried mess, even more so with the rapidly approaching Drunn Soldiers.
”Well you can multitask th--” Clint was going to retort, but his eyes snapped forward as a bag smacked against his chest, onto the ground. Jordan’s gaze followed the bag’s path to the ground, glancing back up to look at Clint as her face clearly read as ‘are you kidding right now’ since he had been too busy trying to get a dig at her than to focus and simply catch.
… He noted his self-awareness and reactions had gotten worse with time, but with what Charlie said… Their morphers were in here, right? It hurt to bend down and dig, but he scrambled through the bag looking for them. All he found were some things that looked eerily similar to the watch Charlie had back at the Diner… One was blue-ish, the other green… That thing hadn’t been a watch, Clint was now realizing. He pulled both out, quickly tossing the blue one to Jordan, his remark from earlier already forgotten so he simply quipped to her instead.
”Everything’s different. The Drunn, the damn morphers. Makin’ me feel old!””Hey, hey! You don’t get to say that cause if you're getting old then I am and I sure as shit don’t accept that.”, Jordan replied, working to strap on the Morpher to her wrist and feeling a rush of excitement at having it back.
”Right, then. Let’s show ‘em we can still fight like we used to, then!” Clint said with enthusiasm as he strapped on his own Morpher. Charlie was already trying to clear out the last of the citizens that had chosen to fight but she doubted they would really leave if they hadn’t already. Jordan tapped on the screen, having a look at what she was working with and got part of the jist on how to start but without guidance, she didn’t want to fuck it up. Fortunately, neither Clint or her would have to ask as Charlie started to morph, showing rather than explaining how to get started. She wasn’t one to wait long, her fingers already tapping her own ‘Rangers’ icon and Clint following with her, shouting,
”Blue Ranger, Dino Power!” ”Green Ranger, Dino Power!” before spinning the perimeter of the screens and their own signature colors emitting from them. They felt a familiar flow of energy coursing around them, wrapping and curling before they were surrounded by their Blue Ranger and Green Ranger suits respectively.
”I’ve been itching for a fight! You assholes chose the wrong day to show your ugly mugs again!”, Jordan stated, grabbing the Dino Blade and giving it a quick spin.
Clint had been willing to fight before, but looking down and seeing the suit really filled him with motivation. Jordan’s eagerness, as well-- Not to mention Charlie’s! He thought back to how he’d ran from the Diner, feeling regret for those actions. If he’d stayed, Jordan wouldn’t have had to get so damn worried. They could have approached this better. But now wasn’t the time to mope or regret, now was the time for action. Where Jordan had pulled out the Dino Blade, Clint gave the Dino Blaster a twirl or four before pointing it forward past his fellow Ranger.
”Hell yeah!” He shouted, reinvigorated.
”Can’t let Charlie hog all the fun,” He added, proud at seeing Charlie take action like she was. He’d have to give her that talk later, as now wasn’t exactly the time. Instead, he glanced towards Jordan, his heart still racing from both being in his suit, and seeing his old friends in theirs.
”Let’s remind ‘em who protects this planet!””Yes, let’s.”, she stated with a cocky smirk under her helmet before dashing forward and being careful to avoid the fire from her teammates. This was nothing new for her, never having one to sit back and shoot, instead she had been the one to be the distraction and attack directly. She had trusted the others on her team to watch her back or help her get the advantage she needed to strike. Jordan felt no need to stop that pattern now as she dove in slashing and stabbing in a crowd of soldiers. She gracefully dodged lance attacks, sometimes even using the weapon poles themselves to jump off of if multiple tried to attack at once.
Those that Jordan couldn’t counter weren’t a problem with Clint there; Blaster shots sending them to the ground without issue, though he easily became tired of sitting back and instead crouched down, Dino Blaster leaving his hands as he took a large and one might even say overly dramatic leap into the action; Foot coming down on one of the soldiers and booting them back into the group, it’s armored chest piece shattering from the impact and leaving the two Rangers back-to-back. It was almost nostalgic for him to bob and weave, countering with strong crippling strikes as Jordan slashed the other end of the opposition. Without missing a beat, Clint extended his hand and gripped one of the soldier’s helmets, Jordan hooking one of her arms around his and using it as leverage to roll off of his back to slash at the surrounding group as Clint turned, his pure strength on full display as he swung the soldier by it’s helm knocking down many by using one. Between both moves, they covered a full circular rotation, clearing space.
Clint personally had more room to push out; Grabbing two more of the soldiers and smacking their heads together, before pressing with both legs to jump off the ground to send one barreling back into its brethren with a jumping roundhouse kick. The second being victim to an assortment of Clint’s punches before he finally decided to pull out his Dino Blade, slashing it across it’s torso and sending it plummeting to the ground.
”You keepin’ count? Because I think I’m winnin’!” He called out to Jordan, much more comfortable with her in a fight like this.
”Damn right I am! And we both know I have this in the bag!”, she teased, before pausing to kick back another soldier.
”Wanna compare? I’ll share mine if you share yours or would you like me to rub my victory in later?”, Jordan asked playfully.
Clint wasn’t terribly good with counting under stress, and thought maybe she’d been counting for both of them. Biting the inside of his cheek, he nervously chuckled.
”We’ll save it for later. We’ll see how confident you are after I barrel us a path straight to Charlie!””Let’s see if you are all talk or not. Go on, cowboy. Show me what you got.”, Jordan stated, nodding her head in the direction of Charlie. She was still confident in the numbers either way but she did love to see people rise to a challenge. And that’s exactly what Clint did, the man using the room they made to focus a path forward, Dino Blade cutting in one hand, and his fist solving any other problems. With Jordan as his support for once, they made an effective unit, cutting through the ranks and leaving a few of the soldiers crawling behind. They’d surely follow, but it was better the trio regroup before fighting further.
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