Jet ice spikes

Anaheim had transformed into the avatar of GLUTTONY.

And it was fighting back. The sky itself began to fall all around him, the storm bearing its ugly fangs. Jet Jaguar covered his companions— they need not fear, for he would protect them. As icicle after icicle crashed into Jet Jaguar’s metallic body, he moved forwards without hesitation. The city was close now, they need only reach it.

A spear of ice to the shoulder. It was nothing more than an inconvenience. A spike skewered his foot. But he felt no pain. All that mattered was protection his Rangers. He held them close to his chest. Their lives in his hands. The lives of all those in Anaheim, in his hands. The lives of all those in America, in his hands. The lives of all the world, in his hands.

The torrent grew stronger. A hail of spikes poured down upon him, but they all shattered against his iron resolve. Nothing, not man, machine, not nature, not magic, would stop him. He reached the edge of Anaheim, the tattered edge of a street that approximated the margin of the city limit. Gently (well, as gently as a giant robot being skewered by spikes could be) he placed the Rangers down. They were safe now. He gave them a nod and extended his fists into the air. He would be right back.

He propelled himself through the icicles and into the sky. Clouds parted around him as he entered the stratosphere. From there he could see so much land. The storm was expanding quickly. It went on for miles and miles around the mobile fortress.

Jet Jaguar knew there was little time left. They had to make haste. He returned to his normal size and flew back to where he left his companions.

- Ragnarust Round 2