Jarno snarled in frustration at yet another Ranger striding into the fray. Today could not possibly be more of a failure! With his head turned, he didn't catch her movement in time, and felt a streak of white hot searing pain between his shoulder blades, orange sparks erupting, stagger forward and dropping to one knee, fist hitting the ground to keep himself from falling.<br/><br/>Seething, he slowly rose, the crackling energy from his gash darting across his skin, a bright streak over his temple and cheek, pulsing and spitting light.<br/><br/>"You'll regret that Ariana... Attack!" He pounded his fist onto the ground, sending a spray of dirt and concrete towards them, the remaining N-Bots rushing with their crackling batons raised. Jarno made a straight line for Ariana, one of his own bots simply breaking apart against his chest like it had been hit by a train. He threw his fist towards her face, and despite the surprising speed he possessed for one so large, he expected she may avoid it. He kicked the ground, heel sending another blast of concrete at her before swinging again, growling.<br/><br/>His second swing managed to take an N-Bot on the shoulder, which broke through and tore the arm off. His shoulder coming back was enough to put another one of them onto it's side, neck jerking oddly, sparking. The rest were converging on the Ranger in green, swinging their batons with surprising skill. They may have been easily broken by the right weapons, but they had enough combat prowess to pose a mild threat in groups.<br/><br/>While Tommy was searching for his Morpher in the upturned and slightly crushed van, one of the shows skittered down and landed draped over it. Six long, three jointed legs perched on the van, lithe shoulders all bunched around a short, thin back. Three black quills were folded down it's back, it's skin grey and strange in texture, like it was a metal fibre mesh, yet still stretchy like skin. It's metallic head tilted, two sets of three red eyes peering down at the van curiously, clicking and hissing. A long tail swished behind it, a wicker pair of blades on the end opening and closing like a pair of jagged scissors, clicking, and then it speared down, shearing through the metal like paper and tearing the top off.<br/><br/>It peered down at Tommy, and it screeched a high pitched warbling, it's quills standing upright, then pointing down at him, ready to fire.