A borderline uncontrollable snicker was what the Shadow Witch would immediately hear from her Green Ranger. Despite his inclination to lean towards Fire, Tsuki was like flowing water. He could be directed or redirected sure, pointed and guided towards a goal as the witch saw fit. But there was no forcing the current. ’I defy it like so. And hey, if you test a tool against a worn piece of equipment, is it really a test?’ he thought in reply to her. He could only sit, wait, train, and wait some more so much. Tsuki wanted a challenge, and if he beat them all before the Shadow Pokemon even arrived…?

Well, it’d be alls well that ends well.

When one Miniorman tried fleeing past, he couldn’t help but extend a leg to trip the poor thing in it’s escape- Tsuki had no love for them. He steadied his gaze onto the Snagem Rangers and quipped back to the Blue and Pink Rangers. “Why would I wanna autograph or join your bush league crew that couldn’t keep one nerd in the grave?” He asked, head tilting as he pulled out what looked to be an ocarina. Even with his Tyranitar helmet on (chalk it up to Shadow Witchcraft), he could still play it for a spell or two himself. “How about this: beat me and maybe I’ll give you my autograph.” He’d point that line to the Red Ranger, a voice he did recognize. If he wanted to know who he was, he could find out for himself. On that note, he blew into his instrument and channeled an electrical current into the air to conjure an Electrical Terrain to his aid. But who to taunt first, he wondered…

He gestured to Krasha, the one who called his uniform a knockoff.