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The Red Ranger wasn't going to stand around and answer any questions right now. Something huge was heading their way, so obviously, this guy in front of him wasn't the true enemy. He leaps off the ground at the same time Iron Man moves away, flying vertically into the sky so he may avoid the large transport that came crashing down and driving itself through the streets like some loud plow scraping its metal along the concrete.

He immediately faced it as it moved down the street, his right hand moving to the side. And with a dramatic camera zoom out, his three foot nicely-designed looking sword had come into appearance. He held it in his right hand and kept a steady sight.

"What was that," he says, moving his head in the same suddenness to show he was talking. This thing was obviously not the normal enemy he fought, that's for sure. Though this wasn't your normal power ranger, either.

The iron man stepped forward, raising his right arm and pointing his index finger at the armored monstrosity. "My name is Indigo Montoya," he said with a stern tone through the speaker in his mask, "You killed my father, now prepare to die!"

He didn't whip out a rapier and go a-swinging though. He leaped up into the air, a burst of his thrusters taking him up high, stretching his arms forward with his fists pointed down at Gamma. Eight ports on right arm and shoulder and eight ports on his left arm and shoulder popped open, and a volley of sixteen miniature, laser-guided missiles shot out, streaming rocket exhaust as they shot down through the air to pummel Gamma with explosions that were each the equivalent of a hand grenade. This was his full missile payload; he wasn't taking any chances off the start.

Hand grenades were made to kills and maim fleshy things. Lacking any fleshy parts Gamma wouldn't be injured by the rockets. Of course, he still had to react to the shear shock of the numerous explosions.

As the rockets flew at him, Gamma would try to fall into a crouch and raise his right arm to shield over his head and neck. Crouching to keep from getting battered to the ground, and using the armor of his right arm to keep from any lucky shots damaging his systems.

Lasers, well, were pretty useless. The basis behind projectile weapons was kinetic energy transfer between objects. Light had a hard time having sufficient mass to blow through someone, even moving at the speed of light. Heat transfer would be the only hope for projected energy weapons.

In short, Gamma wouldn't even notice. No jarring effects of getting hit by the weapon and any rise in temperature would be unknown to Gamma. He couldn't feel the armor's skin.

Rockets would hit on and around Gamma. Smoke and dust would clear to reveal a crouching Gamma with--

BLAM

A 20mm projectile would scream through the air for the flying Iron Man. Apparently while the smoke was clearing Gamma took the time to track Iron Man by his EM signature, and lined up some hidden cannon to blast a hole in his chest.

If it hit, the 20mm High Explosive warhead would ablate surface armor. Tested to tear through 1/8th inch hardened steel. Normally that wouldn't mean much to powered armor, but the shock from the blow would easily transfer to the pilot.

If it missed, well, some poor schmuck's minivan was going to get trashed.

And while that occurred, the Red Ranger saw that Gamma was wielding a very large weapon. So to him, it only meant that he'll have to wield a very large weapon, too. The usual camera zoom out, and he was now wielding a five foot large broad sword, the same design as his normal sword, but longer and more powerful, wielded by both hands of the ranger, though there was a hidden ability of not needing the extra hand. It was just there to help for stability purposes against a hammer that size.

So right after Iron Man gets blasted, Red Ranger flies in, heading straight for Gamma, sword ready in front of him. Iron Man would be shortly behind him, giving Red Ranger fist dibs at this mechanical being. His sword was angled with the end point pointing upwards and to the left, maybe in a one hundred and twenty degree angle from the respective view of the ranger. He wasn't much trying to attack, but get pretty much in range of him.

Well, apparently the hammer swung at chest level was jumped over. Considering how limited he was by committing to the swing, there wasn't a ot to do about it.

Clank.

Gamma would be tossed back because there was, apparently, enough force to knock him over and back. He'd sit up and keep his left hand on the hammer.

Waiting for the guy follow-up.

For some reason, he found it difficult extracting himself from the car window, despite the advanced technological design of his powersuit. He could have just blasted his way through it, but he wanted to use the car as soon as he got himself out of the window - which would apparently take some moments. By the time he had gotten out, Gamma and the Red Ranger had just exchanged their attacks. It was time to get back into the game.

With strength enhanced by his suit, he lifted the side of the car with one hand, bringing his other into its undercarriage, and lifted it over his head. Turning to face Gamma as he was sitting up, he chucked the car through the air to crash down onto him. Holding out his right hand with his palm open, he would time the car's fall so that when he fired a blast of energy into its fuel tank, it would explode just before falling upon Gamma.