He needed more speed. His Rainbow Ranger powers may have allowed him to end this fight in one hit, but that’d be useless if he never landed that hit. He looked down at his belt, composed of all colors. Color, a physical phenomenon reliant on the concept of light. He needed to channel its energy. Focus all of his power on surpassing light itself. Forego regeneration, forego strength, forego durability, focus only on speed.

Golf balls rained down upon Drakkon and Vergil, only to stop in place entirely. Frozen as if connected by a string to the stars in the sky.

“I will show you that your Quantum Power means nothing in the face of your lord,” said Drakkon.

Even within this realm, this slowed down bubble of time where both fighters stood as equals, Vergil proved to be slightly faster.

Both fighters swung their blades with wild abandon. For every cut Drakkon landed, Vergil dealt back seven more.

- LetterSequence Round 5