"Power is not about how hard you hit," Odius said, raising her blade to Brody’s throat. "It is about how much you can endure before you break."

"You're wrong, Odius," Brody said. He didn't raise his sword. He simply looked at his reflection—the one showing him as a lost boy in the arena. "That is me. I was that scared boy. And I overcame him. That's why I have the power now."

Brody, the Red Ranger, stepped forward, his Lion Fire armor glowing. "It's over, Odius. We know your tricks. We know your lies. Surrender now, and we'll spare you."