Tommy clenched his fists as Goldar paced around him, feeling the heat of the lofty Titanian’s glare as it bore down upon him.

“You had him at your mercy, and you let him escape!” the warrior growled, his hand upon the hilt of his sword.

Tommy snarled under his breath; “He was teleported out, Goldar!” he protested, looking the warrior in the eye.

Goldar halted in front of him before he slung his fist across Tommy’s visage; there was a tremendous smack as his armour-plated hand met the Green Ranger’s helmet, and the boy fell stunned to the floor; “You had more than enough time to dispose of him, Green Ranger!” he shouted, “Rita trusted you, but it turns out that she should have left me to finish the job.”

Tommy shook his head, his vision spinning, and slowly pushed himself up off the floor. He sat back on his knees and sighed deeply, “Just give me another chance and I promise… I will destroy him,” he muttered.

Goldar crouched before Tommy and glared through the black visor at him, “You may yet get another chance to prove yourself,” he murmured, “But for now, my boy, you will remain here…”