Dio regen bullet

Achilles flew through the air and crashed into Lincoln. The two bounced and rolled across the dirt, shield and spear and axe clattering in every direction. Lincoln barely rolled himself on his back in time to see something come lunging at him out of the darkness, arms outstretched to smash him, and then in one BANG its head was pulverized. Red stepped over him, cycling Hate Song's cylinder.

***

Red stumbled. He'd tried to transform into his own Ranger costume, but the ground underneath him had given way- or the body, more accurately. One minute there, the next minute, nonexistent. The cold air chilled even more thoroughly as a new voice joined the chorus.

"Ranger Pink, on the side of victory." The dead man, the impossible man, appeared from behind the other Rangers, pink-clad and monstrously muscular. With his helmet obliterated, his fair hair and wicked grin were perfectly visible. The only blemish on his perfection was a moderate chunk of his splattered brain, still reforming before their very eyes. "Pink Power."

- Cleverly_Clearly Round 3