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Upon finding himself back in the church, and hastily surrounded by the strange attackers, Deacon wasted no time. It was clear that their opponents were more interested in attacking Jonah, as two quickly attempted to pin him. The rest circled the muscle bound pink ranger apprehensively, rightfully so, the suit had increased his already powerful form to unheard of limits. Stout legs catapulted Deacon forward, delivering a bone crunching flying knee to the solar plexus of the nearest ape; sending the hapless fool tumbling end over end across the pews as the faded into ash.

As another rushed forward an arching right hook landed flush, incapacitating the monkey-man instantly. "D-Train, a little help over here" Jonah's tone was rife with uncertainty. Was he really scared of these things? Deacon wondered. Throwing his weight into the unsuspecting backs of a pair of the fiends, his momentum carrying him and his two unfortunate victims straight into the heavy wooden wall. As the aliens crumbled to heaps of dust Deacon had already spun to face the remaining three. "C'mon, Jonah, don't let me win that easily." he said, reminding the other ranger of his challenge.

Already used to dipping and dodging on the field, D-Train had little trouble eluding the brainless minions attacks. Like a swarm of angry ants the final trio rushed him, only to be repelled by nimble limbs as Deacon danced backwards, his trademark grin spread across his features.