A New Time, A New Place

FengàriKattalakis - FPoV

My head tilted as mingled orange and sapphire flames flared to life as I flicked a hand, hearing a yelp before I heard Geiz gasp in mild surprise as he held his GeizRevive Ridewatch.

Within moments, however, I heard three separate Henshin triggers.

"Drive: Type Tridoron!!" as car horns blared.

"Rider Time! Tsukuyomi! Tsu-ku-yo-mi!"

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider Geiz! Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-i-ve Shi-ppu! Shippu!"

A slight smirk crossed my face as I shifted my weight, the ZikanGirade materializing in my grasp. My head tilts down slightly, noticing its form was different.

"This is going to be fun," I comment as I roll my shoulders.

"You're a bit crazy," I hear Shinnosuke deadpan.

"'Crazy' is a relative term. In my case, it's more pragmatic and primal… huh… took them long enough to notice us. Besides, I'm sure some of your colleagues called you crazy, too," I comment dryly as two of the Tarkatans seem to be pointing our way. 'Hmmm… logically, the unarmored Tarkata will be the fastest, the lightly armored, the next faster, with the heavy armored bastards being the slowest, though in terms of defense the inverse is true, speedy but low defense or slower with stronger defense,' I note as I tense my legs, my irises swirling faster. Considering that Kamen Riders, to my knowledge, hit in terms of multiple tons of impact, this shouldn't be hard, especially when I know for certain that Geiz's ReviveShippū form as well as Woz's Ginga form and my current Grand Zi-O form hit in terms of over a hundred tons each though I have little doubt that Shinnosuke in his Tridoron form isn't too far behind. A slight smirk crosses my face as I hear Geiz mutter.

"Ready when you are," he mutters as he shifts the Zikan Jaxclaw - Tsume in his grip.

"Hai, mon ami. One thing's for certain, their timeline will end here," I comment with a slight growl.

His head turns slightly. "Interesting catchphrase for a threat," he drawls before we both push off, Woz, Tsukuyomi, and Shinnosuke close behind us.

"For me, this might as well be working with legends, such as if you found yourself working alongside, say, Winston Churchill or George Washington," I deadpan.

I hear him hum thoughtfully before his reply. "I see," he replied before my hand tapped Kiva's miniature form twice as the Zanvat Sword materialized in a gust of bloody mist.

"I recall Kiva using this… though I only encountered a few Fangires before Woz showed up," I comment, feeling the blade quiver in my grasp. "You are not the King, but your life force is strong enough that I can only slightly drain it. Curious. I sense you know of my King as well as the Traitor," the sentient blade whispered in my mind. "I assume you're referring to Ixa as 'the traitor'. Always struck me as far too convenient that those idiots seemingly had just randomly come up with technology effective against Fangires. Highly doubtful it was a coincidence,' I replied with a slight chuckle.

My eyes narrow as hints of red enter my swirling irises. 'Regardless, Zanvat-san, I won't do Wataru dishonor," I comment with a small smirk. I'm not that surprised as the Tarkatans, at least the lightly armored and unarmored ones, start trying to pelt us with Blade Spark projectiles. Most of them, save for a few which I see Geiz deflect and Tsukuyomi evade, miss in bursts of sparks before I hurl the Zikan Girade like a discus, the blade decapitating one of the unarmored Tarkata before it returns, impaling the Tarkatan from behind through the chest. My head tilts slightly, noticing the dual blades had merged or closed as one.

The interest lasts only a moment as the Tarkatan drops before I lightly grip the Zanvat Bat that doubles as a hand guard before pulling it to the tip then pushing it back down the blade. "Eh?" both I and the sentient blade comment in surprise as the crystalline blade flares with a burning reddish copper light.

A feral grin flashes beneath my helmet as I see the Tarkata pause for a moment before attacking harder. I notice blood spray as Geiz catches one Tarkatan in the shoulder before he spins, energy barbs firing at high speed from the Zikan Jaxclaw and puncturing the Outworld-Netherrealm hybrid in multiple places as I swat aside one Tarkatan's arm as it swings wildly and, in my opinion, very sloppily with the flat of the Zanvat Sword. I hear the sword hum with interest in my mind as I notice the angry red burn that looks borderline between second and third degree. "Bloody hell, your breath smells like ass… what, that's your position in the horde? Professional Ass Eater?" I comment dryly. I see Woz trip and roll, evading the blow that, had he been unarmored, would have been a decapitating strike.

I hear Tsukuyomi gag. "That's just crass, Zi," she deadpanned as she tumbles into a fluid arm drag, tossing one of the lightly armored Tarkatans at the heavier armed duo. Unfortunately, all that happens is that it's slapped aside but very obviously dazed. I see her push off into a back handspring to evade a swing from the heavily armored Tarkatan nearest to her. "I'm guessing you can concentrate demonic power through the crystalline blade. Can you sap life energy from injuries caused?" I comment.

"Intriguing. I've never tried, but I think so," the blade replies as I blink as I cock my head, feeling the 'foresight' of the armor kick in before I spin, leaning down as the decapitating strike misses my throat by no more than half an inch before I open up several painful cuts that visibly sizzle much like bacon on its arms, abdomen, right shoulder, and its chest. I notice that the glow intensifies with every wound.

I kick it hard in the chest, sending it tumbling backwards before I slash downward, a crescent arc surging forward before the Tarkatan smirks before a line of burning crimson bisects from right shoulder to the mid point of left thigh just beneath its hip before its upper body drops backwards in a spray of blood before its corpse ignites in bright golden flames and is consumed before I pull the Zikan Girade free before I flick my wrist, the blade folding down and splitting as it looks almost like the Devil Arm Artemis as it locks in place.

I see meteorites of energy pelting down as WozGinga uses his finisher. It leaves the unarmored and lightly armored Tarkata heavily injured but barely does much to the heavily armored duo, though I can see cracks and smoke rising from their armor.

My head tilts as I tilt the Zanvat Sword. "It was a pleasure to wield you for a short time, Zanvat-san," I comment. I get the sense it nods though it does not move before I lightly flick my wrist, Kiva Emperor's blade being dismissed.

My eyes narrow as I focus on the ground before all of the Tarkatans freeze, even their falling blood in mid air. Somehow, I know I've locked them in Stasis.

"Let's finish this," I comment bluntly.