ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘿𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⬂ 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄/𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⬂ 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 ⠀⠀ ⠀⬂ 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲! ㅤ #narutorp ┊#mvrp

|| Highly agree.

|| We have both

“What about the Power Rangers?” A sudden individual dawning pink and black would appear from what could be anywhere.

“That is definitely accurate. They are heroes who dawn vibrant colors and control mechanical beasts.”

“Super Sentai? I haven't heard of them. Should they be put on the list as well?” The pink warrior asked whilst awaiting a response. She may have to add these ‘Super Sentai’ to her hit list.

“What exactly do you mean? I'm not threatening, am I?”

“I don't think I am a ranger at all, but you see me as a traitor.”

“Tell me who the Super Sentai are or I shall assume they are nothing more than just another Power Rangers team . . . And kill them.” That's when Kaijro may have realized he wasn't speaking to a nice person at all. Instead, one of the most threatening villians.

“I know. I am sorry that I would ever serve as a blockade.”

“There is nothing more to be said.”

“You leave me no choice. I guess my facade is being seen through. Tell me what you know about the Power Rangers or I'll force you to tell me.”

“Indeed, I was once known as the Mighty Morphin’ Pink Ranger, however, times have changed. Call me the Ranger Slayer and if you don't tell me everything you know, I'll kill you too.” The Slayer suddenly drew her iconic bow and racked a single arrow, awaiting a response.

“So, that answers my biggest question. Green Ranger, prepare to meet the might of the Ranger Slayer!” Already morphed, the girl would draw her iconic bow and rack a single arrow before aiming towards the samurai, not firing yet.

|| Heading to bed. Night.

“Then I shall take my leave if that is your request.”

Being a samurai meant he was fast; faster than any of the rangers she used to call allies, but that only served as a rather large inconvenience. Even though she couldn't dodge, she managed to barely move her bow into the blade's patch, blocking it. “So, you think you can fight?”

What he wanted was what he got. Even though the Slayer was capable of blocking every incoming attack with ease, a chance to fight back wasn't opening up. She was staying on the defensive, but not managing to get hurt. “How will you do that from six feet below?”

Unaware of what tricks the other had, the Ranger Slayer quickly holstered her bow, pressed a single button of her new morpher, and lifted up her arms in preparation. She had an idea, but first she would try taking the other's attack head-on and follow-up once the chance opened.

“I bet my naive self would've cared more about Valentine's Day. Disappointing.”