(Several minutes earlier)
Zayne was patient.
He didn't bolt from the school the moment he got the mission. That would be sloppy. Suspicious. He waited a few minutes, sat somewhere hidden, then slipped out, blending into the city with practiced ease.
A few blocks away, he turned into a narrow alley—one he'd already memorized for having no functional security cams. His mind was already cataloging what to erase or review later, depending on what went down.
From the Grid, he'd been given a basic uniform—not his Ranger form. Not yet. This one was for identity concealment and public appearance. Light, flexible, mobile. It resembled a ninja's outfit but leaned more heroic than assassin: bold red fabric, minimalist in design, with functional black and gold accents woven through. A hood pulled just low enough to shadow his face. No mask, no visor. Just enough mystery.
He fastened the final strap around his wrist and rolled his shoulders. The material breathed with him—tight but light. Made for movement. Made for action.
He took a breath.
"Okay. Showtime."
Then, almost without thinking, he grinned and muttered to himself, "Go go Power Rangers…"
And with a surge of energy, he leapt into the air, launching straight toward Hell's Kitchen.
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"Looks like you guys could use a hand."
Connor stiffened. "W-We've got this. We were just a little... surprised, that's all."
A low chuckle slipped from behind the stranger's mask. "Right. Surprised. You were handling it perfectly," he said, voice thick with sarcasm.
Before Connor could retort, the stranger's tone shifted—calm, commanding, urgent.
"Don't waste time arguing. Get the civilians out of here. I'll handle these mutts."
"Hold up! Who the hell made you the boss of—" Connor snapped, irritation flaring. But Kira stepped forward, cutting him off.
"Red Ranger," she said, firm and steady. "He's right. We don't have time to squabble."
Ethan groaned as he pushed himself up. "He clearly knows what he's doing. Let's back him up—strategically."
Connor clicked his tongue, frustration still simmering beneath his visor. "Fine. But I'm not taking orders from some stranger."
The three Rangers rushed toward the civilians, leaving the stranger—Zayne—alone, his gaze sharpening beneath his crimson and black armor.
Two generals advanced: one, a hulking shark-like brute named Sharkjaw, clad in jagged armor reminiscent of serrated fins; the other, Coilfang, a serpentine warrior wielding twin plasma blades, his movements sinuous and deadly.
Zayne's pulse quickened—not from fear, but anticipation.
This was what he'd always fantasized about as a kid. Now it's happening. He wasn't this anxious and happy when he enlisted for the force.
There is one thing that should be known about Zayne. He is a battle Maniac.
Sharkjaw snarled, displeased by the interruption when he almost had the rangers. "Who the hell are you? A ranger wannabe"
"Yeah, you better pack it up and act cool somewhere else," Coilfang added
Zayne raised an eyebrow and replied in an amused tone.
"Ohh, so the two lab experiments can make jokes, I'm surprised."
The two generals snarled at his comment. Zayne noticed this, but continued.
"As for who I am, that's quite simple; I AM YOUR END"
He raised the Omni-Morpher, sleek and angular, its crimson glow pulsing. The device's deep hum rose in cadence.
"Omni-morpher lock on."
[Locking on, Initiating Phase 1]
Light erupted, particles swirling upward, encasing him in a radiant cocoon. Segmented plates snapped into place—deep crimson and matte black with gold trim catching the light like fire. His helmet slid down with a hiss, sharp black horn-like projections jutting forward, framing a red-tinted visor glowing fiercely like a predator's eye.
A red and gold half-cape fluttered briefly, a symbol of command and kinetic buffer, settling at his shoulder.
He flexed his gauntlets, reinforced with golden plating, the armor light but formidable—made for close-quarters combat and relentless agility.
At his waist, the Omni-Saber materialized—a sleek weapon with shark-toothed edges glowing a vibrant red.
Zayne twirled it once, the blade whispering in the air.
"Let's do this."
Sharkjaw lunged with a brutal roar, teeth bared like a battering ram.
Zayne sidestepped fluidly, a martial artist's grace marking every motion. His boots barely kissed the ground as he slid sideways, then sprang forward in a rapid spinning back-kick, the golden plating on his boot slamming into Sharkjaw's jaw plate with a ringing crack.
Coilfang's plasma blades sliced through the air, humming death. Zayne parried with the Omni-Saber, the red blade sparking where it met the energy edges.
The clash sent a shockwave rumbling through the street.
Zayne countered with a flurry of precise jabs and slashes, his movements a blend of Wing Chun strikes and Jeet Kune Do footwork, fast and unpredictable. He rolled under a sweeping plasma strike, spinning up to deliver a lightning-fast palm strike into Coilfang's exposed side, the kinetic energy rippling outward like a shockwave.
Coilfang hissed, staggering back.
"Nice moves... for a walking fake," Sharkjaw snarled, lunging again with jagged claws.
Zayne's eyes narrowed behind the visor. He raised a hand, activating an Omni-skill.
[Omni-Reflex]
Time seemed to slow for him. His suit's AI fed tactical data directly to his neural interface — the generals' attack patterns, muscle tics, weak points all mapped in milliseconds.
With preternatural speed, Zayne dropped into a low stance, weaving between Sharkjaw's claws, then flipped forward, landing behind the brute. The Omni-Saber sliced horizontally across the back of Sharkjaw's armor, the red light cutting through reinforced plating like a hot knife through ice.
A shower of sparks erupted.
Before Sharkjaw could turn, Zayne vaulted over him, blade extending to full length in a sweeping arc aimed at Coilfang's neck.
Coilfang twisted, barely deflecting the strike with a plasma blade, the clash echoing with a shriek of energy.
"You'll have to be faster," Zayne murmured, voice low but laced with a sharp edge.
Sharkjaw roared, shaking off the blow, and charged, muscles bulging as he swung a massive fin-like arm in a devastating overhead smash.
Zayne backflipped, cape trailing, barely avoiding the blow. The kinetic dampening of the cape absorbed part of the impact, letting him land solidly.
The generals exchanged a glance — seasoned warriors recognizing a worthy opponent.
Zayne didn't hesitate.
He dashed forward, Omni-Saber switching modes with a flick—now a short, double-edged blade for precision strikes.
He launched a blistering combo: a rapid sequence of strikes targeting pressure points on Sharkjaw's joints — wrists, knees, neck — each blow precise and punishing. The armor's gold diamond guards absorbed some damage but creaked under the relentless assault.
Coilfang lunged, twin blades humming like deadly serpents.
Zayne ducked under one blade, rolling and sweeping his leg in a low spinning kick, knocking one weapon from Coilfang's grip. The general snarled, switching to bare claws.
Zayne grinned beneath his visor, a rare, cold flash of amusement.
"Looks like you're a little light on firepower," he said quietly.
The generals growled, closing ranks.
Zayne activated another skill.
[Omni-Burst: Full Power.]
The runes across his armor blazed gold, energy crackling as his reflexes, strength, and speed surged.
He moved like a blur, a crimson shadow cutting through the battlefield.
Sharkjaw swung again; Zayne ducked and countered with a devastating elbow strike to the brute's temple, golden plating on his gauntlet absorbing impact as he smashed through Sharkjaw's defenses.
Coilfang hissed, lunging from behind with a claw strike, but Zayne caught the wrist mid-air, twisting sharply with a sharp crack, then slammed the general into the rubble with enough force to crack stone.
He followed with a spin, Omni-Saber flashing, severing the tendons in Sharkjaw's knee joint. The brute collapsed, roaring in pain.
Zayne's voice was low and steady, carrying lethal finality.
"This ends now."
Sharkjaw snarled, trying to rise, but Zayne's next strike came fast—a brutal downward slash across the throat, the red saber humming as it cut through armor and flesh. The brute's roar ended abruptly.
Coilfang lunged desperately, claws flaring, but Zayne anticipated, stepping into a flawless Aikido throw, using the serpent's momentum to hurl him headfirst into a fractured wall.
The impact exploded stone and dust.
Zayne charged, Omni-Saber extended into a spear, piercing through Coilfang's chest with a controlled but deadly thrust.
BOOM!!!
The serpent gasped, eyes wide, then slumped limp. The system's notification blared
[+30 exp]
[+30 exp]
Silence fell.
Zayne stood, chest heaving softly, armor scuffed but shining fiercely.
He unequipped the Omni-Saber, voice low, almost a whisper.
"Threat annihilated."
After dealing with the rest of the minions and helping the civilians evacuate, the Rangers regrouped cautiously, eyes wide.
Connor's jaw dropped. "Damn he destroyed them mercilessly"
Ethan nodded slowly, his voice filled with awe. "That was… something else."
Kira blinked, wide-eyed. "Who is he?"
Zayne turned slowly, visor dimming slightly.
"I am the Omni-Ranger."
He summoned his Omni-Cycle—sleek, crimson, and red with gold trim—and without another word, vanished down the street.
Connor shook his head in disbelief, then muttered, "Shit, he acts so arrogant, but I'll admit he's strong. He even has a Ranger-Cycle. We need to tell Dr. Oliver… we want those too."
Ethan grinned, still stunned. "Language, Red Ranger,"
Kira smirked. "Well, he's right. He's cool. Just saying."
Connor sighed, finally letting some respect edge his irritation. "Fine. But next time, when we fight monsters, I want one. Let's get to the Lab, guys, we need to report to Dr. O."
Then they left.
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Next time on Power Rangers x Marvel
Scene 1:
"Grid, accept the rewards."
[Quest Completed]
[Rewards have been distributed]
[Bonus for first-time quest. Additional rewards being generated...]
Scene 2:
"Because if I'm right, those kids are in way over their heads."
He stared at the image for a long moment—then reached for a hidden panel under the desk. With a press of a button, a secret communication line opened.
WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
GO GO POWER RANGERS!!!