The counter wasn't surprising, but jarred Hank none the less. The momentum sent him spinning in the air even as he rolled with it. Despite the force, he was on his feet as soon as he hit the ground, weapon at the ready.
"Lucky shot," he assured the villainess. His mask hid a more genuine grimacing reaction.
Launching himself into the next round, he delivered a series of powerful swordstrokes. His attacks were strong, but lacked accuracy. The Red Ranger was aiming to cow his smaller opponent, force her into the defensive and then submission. She was new to them - perhaps, he hoped, facing the might of a Ranger would make her rethink her wicked vocation.
Stepping forward to press his attack, he wouldn't relent until she gave him reason to. One way or the other.