Lord Drakkon’s fingers wrapped around their belt buckle. When he crushed Rangers, he needed to exert some modicum of effort to eradicate them. Now that he had the strength of a Rainbow Ranger, crushing his Morpher Belt felt as easy as squashing a bug.

He relished the broken steel in his hands. Relished in Roger’s expression as his Ranger outfit faded, and he saw the face of a broken man in front of him.

- LetterSequence Round 4