Both Rangers stared at each other for what felt like eons. Neither wished to make an immature first move and pay the price. The moment the ball fell from the sky, Drakkon and Roger raised their hands in the air. Except they ignored the ball entirely.

“I need Megazord power, now!”

Both held their morphers to the air and jumped as their requests were fulfilled. Two mechas, each nearly four hundred meters tall in size, sauntered into the court. Their steps shook the arena. Floorboards came undone with each metallic step.

The two mechanical beasts stared at each other. This single bout would decide the entire match.

“Big O Power!” said Roger.

Big O, a Zord that appeared entirely too old for use. Its arms had thrusters attached to the end, needing the extra centrifugal force to deal any damage whatsoever. While its size may have towered over other puny opponents, he stood face to face against Drakkon.

“That is all you can muster?” asked Drakkon. “Black Dragon Power!”

Black Dragon, a formerly sentient Zord whose brains were ripped out entirely for Drakkon’s gain. He desired power above all else. Even a single risk of his Zord disobeying his commands was too risky.

- LetterSequence Round 4