"The Journey Begins Without Warning. Just Like When The Curtains Rise. I Am Swept Off My Feet, I Drift Along, Just Like Wings Lifted By The Wind."
β Masahiro Inoue, Ride The Wind.
Turning on his heels- Hand setting upon the others shoulder. Placing that very same explosive on there discreetly.
"Use your time more productively, Hoshi."
Tsukasa remarked, how kicking the other away as to avoid the explosion.
βTHE GREAT LEADER HAS RETURNED!!!!!!β
He would walk up to him and pat him on his backβ¦.discreetly placing an explosive onto it.
βOH HOW WE MISSED YOU!!!!!!β
-- clasped together, wordlessly proceeding to approach the Golden Rider- Beginning their confrontation with an effort to throw a series of punches. To test the others defenses.
Turning the personal Rider Card towards the other, a smirk would form upon the lips of the Dark Rider.
"Henshin."
With the word spoken, the card would be turned. Lowered and inserted into the slot within the Decadriver, both hands pushing the bars inward to rotate the main --
-- blank iteration of his form, barcode-like bars projecting outwards before retracting to converge upon the blank form. Granting it it's black and yellow coloring; with a flash of blue from the pointer on top of the helmet to signal the completion of the transformation. Hands --
"I could say the same to you."
Revealing the Dark NeoDecadriver, his lips tugged into a smirk as he set it upon his waist. Reaching into the newly appeared Ride Booker to retrieve his personal Rider Card.
I suppose that much goes without saying.
[Revealing the Legendriver and placing it upon his waist, he'd simply wait until the other did the same.]
[LEGENDRIVER.]
Try not to disappoint.
What you are is a phantom from my past given life, chained to the shackles of Dai-Shocker. We may share the same face, but compared to me? You're just a falsetto. A shadow.
Your suit fits, in that regard. I wouldn't be caught dead in such a dull color.