"This is your Zord?"

The man known as Lord Drakkon held his stance firm in the face of the Big O's punch. The Megadeus was an incarnation of destruction, a god that walked - but the foe it faced had the might of a god himself.

"Its strength is praiseworthy. Stronger even than the Megazords I've fought."

"Thanks for the compliment?" Swinging the sticks around, Roger pivoted the Megadeus, bringing its other fist down in a piledriving punch. Yet Lord Drakkon didn't move, even as the sand around him was blown away, meeting the titanic hand with naught but his blade.

- penrosetingle Round 4