As D tried to run, escape the rangers again, not like he would die, he’s immortal… As he ran, he stops behind a corner, holding his side, watching as dust escaped the gash.

D squeezed his side and knelt down behind the wall, trying to return dust to his gash, his duster form slowly becoming more apparent and revealing his true form. “Dammit! Stop! Ow! That hurts!” He sucks his teeth, trying to heal himself...

He looks up, hearing a sound… Not a ranger, not a Junior Class student… You…