"Fall back, Red Ranger!" Green Ranger's voice crackled with urgency in Farza's helmet. "You're not ready to face them both!"
But Amorg was already moving, his mechanically-enhanced speed matching Farza's own. A titanium fist crashed into Farza's chest, sending him stumbling backward. Before he could recover, Dy Syrian's energy blasts rained down from above, each impact leaving scorch marks on his armor.
"Is this all the mighty Red Ranger can offer?" Dy Syrian cackled, circling overhead like a predatory bird. "No wonder you fight alone!"
Farza tried to counter, but his inexperience showed. His punches missed Amorg by inches, while the Lieutenant's strikes found their mark with brutal precision. Each hit rattled Farza's bones, even through the suit's protection.
"Your technique is unrefined," Amorg growled, catching Farza's leg mid-kick and throwing him into a stack of shipping containers. "All that power, wasted on a child."
Just as Amorg raised his arm cannon for a finishing blow, a high-pitched whir cut through the night. A sleek drone zoomed into the battlefield, its red and silver frame barely bigger than a basketball. It spun in intricate patterns, releasing a barrage of metallic spheres that burst into brilliant flashes of light.
"My eyes!" Dy Syrian shrieked, her broom wobbling as she tried to shield herself. "What is this interference?"
Amorg's targeting systems fritzing from the light show, began firing wildly at the drone. "Destroy that nuisance!"
The drone weaved through their attacks with precise movements that seemed almost... familiar. Farza's Z-Watch pulsed with recognition, and suddenly he understood – this was Juan's work, integrated with Z-Force technology.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Farza launched himself at Amorg, channeling power into his fist. This time, his punch connected squarely with the Lieutenant's jaw, sending sparks flying.
"I won't let you get away with this!" Farza shouted, pressing his advantage with a flurry of strikes. "Whatever you're planning stops here!"
Amorg caught his fist, mechanical fingers crushing down. "This planet is our salvation, boy." His cybernetic eye flared with zealous intensity. "Your Z-Force energy will be converted, purified into X-Force. It's the only way to save our kind!"
The drone continued its harassment, each flash of light perfectly timed to interrupt Amorg's attacks. In his helmet, Farza heard a familiar chuckle.
"You didn't really think I'd let you fight alone, did you?" Juan's voice came through clearly. "Now show them what the Red Ranger can really do!"