The Wyvern ranger had been on her seconds, Talia had no time to react, to morph. The pain was intense as the other womanâs fists made contact with her body, someone pulled Veronica away, but Talia still collapsed to the ground unconscious.
She would come to, loud violent crashing, the Sphinx and Gryphon zords were battling a massive black zord. A zord that shouldnât be for a ranger that shouldnât be.
Talia tried to get up, her body was still in extreme pain. The others were fighting off the Black Wyvern, all morphed but still a near futile effort. Veronica wasnât even slowing down under the constant assault of the four rangers. The princess had to help them despite the pain, activating her morpher, as the energy wrapped around her the woman would at least get some of her strength back.
As she went to advance, there was a noise from behind her. Someone wanted her attenion. Turning around Talia was face to face with a cyan ranger, a similar wing-like cape and bird-like helm on his suit as her. This mysterious ranger attacks, a much more dignified style than Veronicaâs wild attacks, in fact it was a lot like Taliaâs own.
The stranger soon gets the upper hand, summoning a long blade as he strikes, the explosion of energy knocks the already wounded woman to the ground and draws the others attention. âPathetic... Veronica, our time is up, they can call the megazord. Weâll return once all our zords can pass through.â
The Black Wyvern knocks away the last of the rangers, mutters a response then with that disappears. Aaron starts advancing toward the stranger. âWho and what the hell are you supposed to be?â
âThe what, Cyan Thunderbird, the who? Well Talia must recognize my voice. Donât you?â
âYou...Youâre supposed to be dead..â It was him, no doubt, the fighting style, Veronica following his orders like that, even a bird of legend. âElias...How...â
âAnswer you donât need, traitor.â He starts to fade out of this dimension. âIâll be back to take this world soon enough, little sister.â
