3 scenebreakers make a POV switch, 1 is for flashback and dream sequence.

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Today was Saturday, it was the start of summer vacation and the weekend after the incident in the parking lot. Shindou was nowhere in the social circulation. He had been discharged from the hospital after awhile and Archer was not surprised to hear nothing close to pressing charges over the issue of half murdering the guy. Following this excellent piece of news, at least to Archer, is the fact that summer started at this very day. The week which he had used for recuperating was nothing more than after exam formalities anyway. His grades were nothing to scoff at. All these factors added up to give Archer a great prospect for his summer vacation, so much he had started planning it out.

There was only one thing that crushed these plans however and it came in the form of a naturally-moccha-tanned-beauty-with-chocolate-brown-pigtails, Shiki.

"Archer! You home?", Shiki slammed the teen's door open.

Archer didn't even cringe as the door sounded like it was about to break. She did it on a near daily basis after all. He looked back at her with a rather pissed off expression. "Stop, breaking my door woman. I've had to replace it twenty-three times last year just cause you kept breaking it down", the teen hissed angrily.

"Oh phooey Ar-chan.", Archer cringed at the irksome nickname that she only used when she was in an extremely great mood. He couldnt blame her, it was summer. "It's just a do--", the words died on Shiki's lips when she saw Archer.

Archer was sitting in front of his foldable table to work on his summer homework. He was wearing nothing more than shorts and an undershirt. He had a stick of pocky hanging out of his mouth. A rather large pair of glasses rested atop his nose and his hair was in its usual messy low ponytail with the right side spiked and the left drooping down. To most, this guy looked like a mess, to Shiki, he looked like an adonis. She saw his signature piercings of 5 silver bands and the silver cross which she always found very sexy. She almost squealed when she glomped Archer's pale lean form.

"What the hell woman?", he stared down at the female that dared to cut the circulation to his lower body. "Get away. I can't feel my legs!", Archer tried to pry her iron grip.

Shiki looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes and demanded, "Come shopping with us".

Archer could not control the tic on his face. "You want me to what?", he slowly repeated with disbelieving ears.

"Come shopping with us", Shiki made this adorable pout that would make a chibi proud.

Archer felt his nerves frazzle from the uncalled for appeal. "No, I'm busy finishing up my summer homework. Now just sit in the corner till the blonde comes back from her bath.", Archer somehow succeeded in unlatching her and set to finish his algebra homework. He took another pocky stick to replace the one that he unknowingly swallowed when the brunette madwoman(to him) had tackled him.

"But- but- we'll ve trying on clothes!", Shiki teared up.

Archer only proceeded to finish his homework on three variable problems. He paid the supposedly enticing offer and ignored the badgering brunette.

She wasn't quick to give up though. She will have him accompany their shopping trip if it was the last thing she did if her name wasn't Shiki Kirin. "It'll be my treat for lunch", she bribed.

Archer's hand stopped for a moment, barely noticeable for any normal person before he continued with his homework. It didn't fool Shiki though, she'd been watching his every move since she first fell for him a year ago. She knew him well enough that he had hesitated in order to consider her offer. "a meal, a beverage and dessert in a fast food chain", she stated the terms.

Archer's hand paused once more, this time for a full five seconds before going on. The sounds of him chewing on the pocky stick started to reach Shiki's ears. A smile tugged at her lips as she upped the ante, " 2 meals, a beverage and dessert".

Now that really got his attention as he completely ceased his writing. The look on Archer's face right now, if Shiki could see it was completely priceless. He was stuck between his stomache and his conviction. Oh which to follow?

It was quite unfortunate for Archer but it had been said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomache, particularly true for guys like him that nourish themselves with nothing but instant meals and snacks. Privileges of real food were far and few in between because of the total workload and price paid just to make even a simple plate of fried rice(IE. rice, garlic, water, soap for cleaning dish, blah blah blah).

Shiki looked a bit smug and said, "Oh fine, family restaurant. 4 courses for all of us with separate dessert, beverages are refillable."

Archer's head turned mechanically to her and knee walked his way in front of her. He had puppy-dog eyes when he asked, "Really?".

Shiki smiled brightly at that. He really looked like a puppy at that moment. "I promise", she said as she patted his head.

It seemed like a gust of wind went through the apartment which threw Shiki's senses into disarray. When she got her bearrings straight, the table was gone as was the homework and Archer stood before her all set to go in his bleached jeans, violet shirt and white jacket. "So when do we go?", Archer asked brightly.

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Archer was soon regreting his choice of free food over freedom, after all free stuff never came for free. Right now, he was stuck in one of the many botiques that Shiki frequented. Luminaria was over in one of the many changing rooms, trying out random articles of clothing handed to her by Shiki.

"Shiki-san, I think this is a bit too tight", Luminaria came out with a rather clingy sleeveless apple green sweater Shiki took up and a long brown skirt that she picked out herself.

"Non-sense, it looks absolutely adorable on you", the brunette approved. "Right Archer?", she asked the bespactacled teen for approval.

Archer sighed and appraised the blonde. Luminaria truly looked nice in it. The sweater clung well to her rather skinny frame and the color livened up her pale blonde hair and snowy skin. The apple green hue also complimented her olivine eyes. The skirt made good compensation when it came to both color contrast and showing of skin. All in all, it quite earned his approval. "It's fine", he nodded slightly to the blonde.

"R-really?", Luminaria was still unsure of herself. Her act of checking herself just reinforced this fact.

"Yes", Shiki rolled her eyes. "Just give yourself a twirl", she pulled at the blonde with a laugh.

Luminaria twirled and couldn't help but laugh as well. Archer was watching this passively. They looked so carefree that what happened a week ago just felt so surreal. Was it really just last sunday that he almost killed a classmate? Was it really just last saturday that he attained this power?

"Hey Archer!", a voice snapped him out of his train of thought. "Hello? Are still with us here?", Archer looked up to the source of the voice and found it to be Shiki.

"Ofcourse woman", he cussed. Archer felt his stomache rumble and checked his watch, only to see that it was already twelve noon. He looked up at the glass filtered sunlight, courtesy of the clear crystal roof of the mall. It was almost blinding to his eyes. He turned to the two heavily burdened women and offered, "Lunch?".

"Are you paying?", Luminaria asked innocently.

Archer just smirked and simply answered, "No". He pointed at the heavily burdened Shiki and announced, "She is". With that he walked off with a happy feeling in his stomache.

"If I'm paying then at least help with carrying these bags!", Shiki called out to him with a pout.

Archer gave her a look, then the bags in her hands, and finally his empty palms which he had kept in his pockets. He gave her a look again and sighed, pocketed his empty hands and walked off towards the promised restaurant without so much as a word.

Lunch was a boisterous matter. It involved a lot of attempted over-the-table-hugs on Shiki's part, stopping said over-the-table-hugs on Archer's part and repeling human koala with the spare set of silver ware on their four person table. It was after all these hulabaloo where the last dregs of baby back ribs, the barbeque platter special and cajun grill shrimp meal were all being consumed by Archer as the girls discussed their purchases.

"I can't believe I bought this!", Luminaria blushed crimson at the black spaghetti strap top in her hands. It was rather conservative but the back could've been provided a bit more of the warm cloth it was made with.

"Ofcourse Lu-chan, I got that for you. I thought it would look gorgeous on you so I just dropped it in our buying pile without you noticing.", Shiki said cheerfully as she was going through the bags. She pulled out what looked to be a powder blue blouse and tsked. "This looked so much better in the shop when I bought it, maybe I should have it changed?", the brunette frowned.

"I'm sure it'll look wonderful on you Shiki-san", Luminaria commented with a smile.

As the girls were discussing wether baby blue was Shiki's color, Archer was tearing a chunk of meat from the drumstick with his fork and eating with the grace and alacrity of a skilled but starving gentleman. Unlike his two companions, he was thinking of how his summer would be spent. He had plans to press on with his education via self study. Buying books and learning them his way would save him a lot of cash and headaches compared to getting others to teach him their take on theories, equations and views on past events. He also had to start with his college plans, he was only an incoming junior but planning ahead was always welcome. He wanted to have a sure pick of schools rather than panicing himself half to death over which college to get into.

All of it would come to fruition though if only a certain factor didn't suddenly barge into his life. Archer finished his meal and leaned against the back rest of the cushioned bench. He could feel the weight of the micro-computer in his pocket. The monster he had fought wasn't the last, he could tell. There was also the case of that other guy in the armor who attacked him. The most puzzling of all was something much closer to him. Archer laid his eyes on Luminaria who was laughing with Shiki as they were checking out a brown jacket Luminaria had gotten against Shiki's fashion advices. Just who was she? She just popped out of nowhere and tossed him a burden that he felt insecure to part with.

The power he gained was not something he wanted but it wasn't something he wasn't willing to part with though, not because he felt elated by its use but because it seemed necessary. Some instinct in him said that no matter how much he wanted to get rid of this troublesome woman and thing, trouble would find him and it would come in the form of those monsters and that armored guy. Losing this power now would like be throwing his knife away in a war while his enemies had guns.

"I know!", Shiki exclaimed, snapping Archer out of his line of thought. The brunette lifted a finger to her finley shaped lips which were in a playful smile. "Archer, when was the last time we redid your wardrobe?", she asked.

Archer looked away and obligingly answered, "The Christmas before last". He knew where this was going, he didn't like it but he'd appreciate it all the same.

Luminaria looked confused at the look on Archer's face and the suddenly delighted expression on Shiki. "Wonderful!", Shiki almost screamed. She looked at Archer longingly and Archer did nothing but sigh. Shiki cheered in her seat, "It's time, to buy Archer new clothes!"

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After three hours of having his dignity shredded Archer was exhaustedly walking beside Luminaria with at least 7 bags of varying articles of clothing. Taking her place at point of the group, Shiki was giggling madly to herself. The blonde girl beside him whispered in curiosity, "Is she always this...", Luminaria paused due to lack of words, "odd?".

"You have no idea.", Archer spoke with exasperation. At least, that's how Luminaria heard it, she could very well mistake it for fatigue. After all, three hours of changing clothes in and modeling for Shiki had to be exhausting at some point in time. He took one glance at the bags in his hand and immediately decided, "I'm gonna have to give away some from my old wardrobe again."

Luminaria thought that maybe Archer had enough for the day. She herself was barely scraping by with Shiki's pace so it might have been best if they headed back. "Shiki-san", Luminaria called the brunette's attention.

"What is it Lu-chan?", Shiki said in a sing song tone, she was still in absolute bliss after seeing Archer in so many outfits.

Luminaria almost cringed from that million watt smile on her face. Both she and Archer were beginning to wonder where she hid all that stamina. The concerned blonde plowed on unsurely, "Maybe, we should go... home? Archer-san looks pretty tired.".

The girls looked at Archer and he looked quite unsteady on his feet as he fussed to keep hold on the bags in his hands. "You're right", Shiki frowned cutely in thought. "What should we do. We haven't bought Lu-chan's underwear yet."

"Don't say that so casually!", Luminaria blushed crimson.

Archer urked. Why the hell was such a simple situation escalating into something even stupider than it already was? "just go", Archer heaved a heavy sigh. He urged himself to look around and found a suitable cafe no more than ten feet away. Archer immediately 'fell' on a chair, fell because his legs basically gave out. "I'll stay here and get me a coffee. You girls go and have fun", he waved dismissively.

Shiki gave him a critical gaze and stated with hands on hips, "I thought you were broke?".

Archer looked irritated as he said, "It's a cup of coffee not a bottle of vintage wine, now get". He shooed them away for good this time.

Shiki and Luminaria were walking away but the brunette paused and told Archer, "Just call us if you need us. We'll be at the Purple Sakura if you need us".

"Right", Archer drawled to himself as he sat in the chair. Might as well get himself a coffee, he was borrowing a seat from this cafe after all. A waitress approached him, her uniform clashed very much with the expression on her face. She had mean looking eyes and short hair highlighted by tints of pine green on a cute face that was set in the fakest mask of happiness he had ever seen. He couldn't blame her, she was wearing something that looked like a maid outfit but modified ever so slightly with a lot less frills but a bit shorter than normal. It must have been very mortifying to wear it, explaining the look on her face.

"Welcome to Bitter-sweet cafe, how may I serve you?", she spoke with a tone so nice it almost seemed real. Archer could tell though it wasn't real, he dealt with fakes everyday of his life.

"Just a regular coffee please.", Archer nodded to her. He had planned to at least finish the piece of summer homework he had started on. The caffiene would come in handy when the time came.

She jotted down the order and asked, "Would you like anything else with that?"

"No thank you", Archer declined, "Just a coffee will do"

After an hour or so Archer was already on his fifth cup of hot coffee. It was about time for him to head out to where the girls were was what his watch was telling him. A thump from the seat across surprised the teen just enough for his hand to pause midway in reaching for his coffee.

"Mind if I sit here?", A lazy voice spoke. He didn't seem all that concerned about the reply though.

Archer observed the man across from him. Probably around the same age as himself, slightly long buzz cut, acid green shirt, knapsack danglingoff the shoulder, mischievous eyes and a cocky smirk. It had been awhile since he'd seen the same features in one person. The only new additions were the silver ware dangling around the guy's neck and wrist.

Archer smirked himself with a reply, "Yeah, I do mind".

"Too bad I'm staying anyway.", was the comeback.

The smirks on both faces seemed to stretch into similar grins before both exploded into laughter. "Hahaha! What the hell are you doing over here?", Archer asked the green shirted guy.

"Just seeing some old friends", was the cryptic reply.

"I see some things never change. You still love making other people guess what you're up to." , the spectacled teen shook his head as he took a sip of his coffee.

"On the other hand you've changed a lot. I barely recognized you with that tail behind your head. It didn't help that you got so skinny. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought you were a chick.", guffawed the man across Archer.

"Very funny", Archer said with dry amusement. He took another sip of his coffee again and placed it back in its saucer. He took a deep breath before asking, "Seriously, why are you here? The Praxis Animus Orares that I know of doesn't believe in visiting old friends. If he did then he must've changed much more than I."

"Hmph, smart as always.", Praxis leaned over the table. "I would've been disappointed otherwise.", he pulled back and continued, "but I really am just here to see some old friends. Common acquaintances between us, believe it or not.".

Archer's eyes widened, "You mean-"

Prax nodded, "Yeah, those guys are around here too."

Archer looked agitated by the piece of news. "What are they doing here in Japan? I thought this would be the last place those idiots would go to.", the teen irritably said through grit teeth.

Praxis raised an eyebrow and told Archer as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Hello? Land of gadgetry and anime? Ofcourse they're here for vacation, not permanent residence like you."

Archer's countenance didn't change from its agitated nature. "Don't say it like you're not a part of them. I'm still plenty pissed off at you guys for back then."

"Hey man, cheer up. Past is past, you're the one who always said to live the present.", Praxis shrugged.

Archer looked at him darkly and downed his coffee all in one go, "And you're the one who said that you shouldn't forget every deed done unto you, good or bad."

Praxis laughed out loud, "True enough". He leaned over the table again and said quietly with a grin, "Why don't we change this tense atmosphere with a little game?"

"I've had more than enough of your games since back then", Archer placed some money for the coffee on the table and grabbed his things to leave.

Praxis stopped him when he spoke. "You don't really have a choice you know? You already have your entry form in the shape of that Transcender", the green shirted guy drawled. He snuggled into the cushioned chair and continued, "You should check on your new friends, they might be crushed by your absence."

"What the hell do you-", Archer angirly turned to face the cryptic friend but coudn't find him. "-mean?", he finished in a daze of confusion. He had a bad feeling about this. He ran in the direction of the Purple Sakura, it was then he was sruck with an intense stream of emotions flowing into him. Similar to when he found that ant man only this time, it wasn't the wish to prove one's self but an intense emptiness seemed to carve into his soul.

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"Shiki-san! Shiki-san!", Luminaria tried to shake her companion awake. The Purple Sakura was in a mess, people were running out, some of them dead. Their bodies were strewn about with various articles of clothing on the floor with their respective racks or shelves. Blood was seeping from the victims and into the clothes. In short, it looked like a massacre. Luminaria was trying to awaken a knocked out Shiki who was currently pinned beneath a shelf of clothes so they could escape through the nearby exit themselves. "Shiki-san please wake up!", called out the alarmed Luminaria.

A light click clack sound against the cement floor and a low screech alerted Luminaria of the store's attacker. She lifted her head and saw the monstrous white crow that trashed the whole area. It seemed to be searching for more things to kill, she just knew it. She turned to try and wake Shiki again but froze in place as an intense feeling overwhelmed her senses. A feeling of emptiness and a meaningless existence. A meaningless existence that sought meaning in this battle, in killing or being killed. In the moment of destruction that could either be caused or received, was all that how this monster felt? Luminaria stiffly looked towards the hideous bone white crow-man, it was meeting her gaze with it's own hollow eyes.

"The next one", the terrified blonde swallowed, "is me?"

The crowman just raised its hand before its face in response as the bladed feathers grew on the wings beneath its arms. In one quick motion faster than the eye could see, the crowman tossed a feather at the roof above Luminaria. The blonde's natural response was to run away but she couldn't, not out of fear but because if she moved away, the one in danger would be Shiki. She knelt down and covered the brunette as best as she could with her petite frame.

The rocks fell and crashed about Luminaria, everything was going dark as she felt pain bear down upon herself. All she hoped was that the companion beneath her was saved. A voice called out to her, it was familiar but at the same time not.

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Archer came onto the scene of Purple Sakura, expecting anything but the scene before him. It was carnage beyond he thought humanly possible. In the middle of all the death and chaos stood a single being. A hidoues amalgam of both man and crow in the most sickening shade of bleached white bone. Its ivory carved features horridly detailed that put any skeletal model to shame. What really caught Archer's eye was the person beyond the skeletal creature though. 'That blonde?', he thought to himself.

Luminaria stood frozen before the creature as if out of fear but Archer knew otherwise. He knew she felt it too, the emotions this beast was giving off, that was what kept her frozen like that. It raised its arm before its hideous face and Archer knew he had to do something before the girl died. He dropped his bags and ran at the skeletal creature before it was too late but unfortunately, it already was. The crow-man tossed something quickly whistling through the air. "Run!", Archer shouted as he could do nothing but watch the the ceiling break and eventually crash on top of Luminaria. Everything seemed to move at slow motion as the Archer saw Luminaria toss herself down on the ground. Archer was confused at first but soon saw the reason why the blonde did as she did. 'Shiki', he thought.

He could do nothing but watch the two girls be engulfed in the crumbling stones as he ran towards them with no hope of reaching in time. When the last stone hit the ground, it was as if something in Archer snapped. "Bastard!", Archer seethed with boiling rage. The teen jumped and delivered a drop kick to the creature but to no affect besides him bouncing off the armored feathers of bone.

The skeletal crow turned to Archer and saw him land on his feet. The next one, it would be Archer. Said teen could tell from the wierd empathy that connected them. "Hell no", Archer growled as he brought out the micro-computer that had kept him alive that night. He typed in: Rider gear standby.

"RIDER GEAR, STANDING BY", the robotic voice panned. "AWATING TRANSMISSION AND VOICE VERIFICATION."

Archer raised the small machine up and called out, "Transmit!".

"TRANSMIT!", the robotic voice echoed.

Same as that night, a blinding light pierced from the heavens outside the window and found its way to engulf the teen in bluish white light. Heavy greaves and gauntlets materialized over his feet and hands. A sturdy looking breastplate and direct connected should armor attatched onto his body, all the while as a skin fit suit covered his whole body beneath all the armor. A belt clasped onto his waist while his insectoid helmet took shape. With those last pieces, the transformation completed with a blast of wind.

"Let's go!", Archer slammed the graveyard in his belt buckle. The lines riddling his suit began to light up as he ran towards the crow for another attack.

He threw a right punch that was both anticipated and parried by the crow-man. It kicked him in the side and tossed him while twisting his arm. Archer fell on the ground and flinched from the pain. There was no time for that though as he saw the creature's hand making for his face with talons poised to mutilate him. In a split second reaction, Archer shifted his head just a little to let the talons stab into the ground. He grabbed the crow-man's arm and used it as an anchor to land an upward thrust kick to the skeletal crow's face.

The creature staggered back as the transformed teen scrambled back on his feet. Said teen charged almost immediately with an uppercut that connected. In return he received a fist to the face which hurt even when protected by the helmet. The crow-man grabbed him by the neck and slashed the chest piece with its talons. Sparks flew as the mere force of the strike caused Archer's legs to buckle in the hit's direction. The crow-man then followed up with a backhand that sent Archer flipping over and landing on his stomache.

The monster trudged through clothes and knocked away bargain bins as it made its way to Archer. The transformed teen took that time to recover as the beast hoisted him by the back of his neck. Before it could do anything else, Archer gave a battle cry and punched the beast as hard as he could. The grip on him loosened but not enough to escape from, so he gave another hit, and another, and another, and another. Until both were standing with Archer still dealing hits. Archer finally gave it one strong right hook and grabbed it in a tackle. He held onto the beast till they crashed through a window and into the parking lot beside it.

The crow flipped Archer over into a parked car's bumper. A huge dent was left where Archer hit the car. It was pretty bad but he could still move through the mind blurring pain. He wasn't the only one though as the crow-man took a bit of time to regain its senses.

Archer decided to end it quick, he still had to help the girls after all. He pulled out the same card he used that night. "Storm Beetle", he read. He wrapped his fist around it and crushed the card. He opened his palm to let the fragments fall, as his hand cackled to life with electricity. he closed it tightly as more power flowed into the limb. The crow-man saw this and began to metamorphose into a stronger form with its wings bigger to the point it outstripped its arms now as new wings sprouted from its back and waist. The head grew even more grotesquely pointed with the number of eyes increasing. It's feathers grew increasingly pointed followed by the extending talons.

"Haah!", Archer ran forward without care. He jumped to use his body's momentum in the punch. The crow-man merely blocked with its wings. The elctricity that enveloped Archer's hand grew exponentially in power as he tried to drive it through the shield of bone. Cement gave out as the crow-man tried to push back and its bone wings began to crack. It saw this and decided against pushing back, opting to deflect Archer's strike to the side.

Archer crashed into the paved ground or the parking lot. He stood to hit the crow-man once more with his attack but just as he and the crow-man were poised for the clash, the elctricity in Archer's hand died out in a spark similar to how it started. "What? Not now", Archer grabbed his hand by the wrist, trying to feel where the power had went.

The crow-man took this oppurtunity to slash Archer with its razor bonewing. Archer saw it coming and blocked it with his arm. If it weren't covered with heavy gauntlets, the teen was sure that his arm wouldn't be attatched anymore. Archer was too slow to react to the next move though and he was also sure that if he didnt have his armor he would've been dead then and there, as the talons stabbed into his abdomen. Thankfully it barely went through the surface of the armor. he crow-man cawed screeched in annoyance and ran its talons upwards, leaving four parallel lines running up the suit's armor as well as sending the wearer sailing through the air.

"This is bad", Archer struggled to his feet.

The creature lifted both its wings before it. Archer didn't know what was gonna happen next but it wasn't going to be pleasant. The crow-man flung its arms out and Archer could only react on instinct by covering his face.

BANG BANG BANG

Blasts resounded in the parking lot. Archer slowly opened his eyes as pain seared into his right leg and left fore arm. He looked to see blood flowing from himself with a foot blade piercing right through the armor and bone of his shin as with the case of his left arm. "Damn this hurts", he cussed to himself. The pain was so great he didn't register the new presence behind him until it walked past him.

It was the rider with the wing visor. He had one of his axe-rifles out, trained at the crow-man. The wing-visored rider didn't even pay Archer any mind as he walked past the teen. The wing-visored rider took out his other axe-rifle from the ornament behind his hand and held it as an axe. His walk quickened in its pace and the crow-man was gaging its options of whether to run or fight. When the wing-visored rider finally broke out in a run, the crow-man decided to do something similar and made to retreat.

Crimson eyes flashed behind the lensed helm of the rider, he would not let his prey escape twice. He fired his single axe-rifle to cut off any intent to escape by the crow. The crow-man, seeing escape being not an option, declared combat by striking out with its razor wing. The wing-visored rider met it head-on with his axe.

Sparks literally flew as metal screeched on bone. Archer watched the fight as he carefully and painfully pulled out the blades from his wounds. He wasn't thrilled that he had to be saved by that guy of all people but he was thankful he didn't die all the same. The important thing now was to get himself back in shape, enough to get the girls out of that rubble.

The wing-visored rider was now using both axe-rifles as axes, hacking away at the boney exterior of the crow. The crow was taking damage but they were all minimal as it blocked each and every strike. The wing-visored rider swung low with his right axe for a sweep. The crow hopped over it and responded with a vertical wing slash as it fell. The wing-visored rider blocked it with his left axe. The impact was strong enough that even with the block, the blade touched the rider's shoulder. With experienced reflexes, the rider brought his right axe into gunmode before the crow could cut him and exchanged a blast shot with the crow's slash.

The crow was sent flying back and the wing-visored rider saw this as a great chance. He put his hand to his chest. From a distance, Archer was wondering what the guy was doing. The wing-visored rider clawed at where his heart should be. His hand sank in to the surprise of Archer. The guy pulled out his hand suddenly and revealed to have a card in his finger's grip with circuit lines running all over it. He flipped it over and showed it to his opponent. "Black Raven", it read.

The wing-visored rider slashed the card across the reader on his wrist. The card burst into flames as it was slashed. He raised his arm and out of seemingly nowhere above his raised hand, a large bird of complete darkness appeared. It flew out of thin air nearing mach speeds. Throwing debris from the crushed pavement and the destroyed wall in the air. He ran forward as the large black bird made a dive bomb right for his destination, the crow-man. The black bird landed right where he passed at the exact same moment, before the crow-man. The bird of inky blackness seemed to color in the wing-visored rider as gray steel turned reflective black, blue cloth underneath turned red as dried blood and his visor changed from an azure blue to a blank white. Physically, his armor was added with layers of feather designed scales which added protection without sacrificing movement and shoulder pads that resembled wing feathers pointing upwards. The bracers and greaves turned scaly as fingers sharpened into talons.

He jumped as feathers of inky blackness scatterred through the air. With a flip, The dark armored rider landed a clean flying kick. It was strong enough that the crow beast went flying through the air and into a car, causing an explosion. The rider landed easily on his feet in a semi-crouch from the force and took out another card. Without showing what it was, he dropped it and crushed the card under his right foot. It was about time to end this little game of cat-and-mouse.

The crow-man flew back out of the explosion, riding the wind with it's light skeletal wings. The dark armored rider twisted his foot, crushing further the tiny fragments of the card's remains. His foot glowed with sinister red and black energy. He ran forward with greater speed than before. The searing energy burning against the ground was audible enough for even Archer, who was well out of the fight's area, to hear it. The dark-armored rider jumped high and sent a kick barreling right into the crow-man. The creature stopped mid-flight to raise its wings for a block similar as to what it did against Archer.

The two clashed, bone shield against a strike of raw power. The crow-man landed on the ground with its taloned feet digging into the pavement while the wing-visored rider's kick did not end. It kept on and drilled right through the bone shield, planting itself firmly on the crow-man's chest. The crow-man was not to let itself end this way as it struggled to deflect the strike with the mere strength of its body. The wing-visored rider was not to let this be as he brought down his none charged foot onto the crow's shoulder, causing the beast to buckle underneath the force. Using the uncharged foot as a hook, he flipped off with great force, kicking the creature's with the energized limb in the process.

The dark-armored rider twisted in mid-air and landed gracefully in a semi-crouch facing away from the enemy. The crow-man was on its last legs as it lifted its arm to throw a ast strike of feathers against the rider. before it could fling its arms, a surge of energy burst forth from it and completely consumed the creature.

The wing-visored rider held his arm out as light gathered into the shape of a card. On the card was a picture of a snow white crow, it had a regal presence to it as compared to the creature earlier, White Crow was its name. The rider placed it above his heart and it sank in as bright red light pulsed through the circuit lines running about the suit.

The rider turned to the helpless Archer and pulled out one of the wing ornaments on his shoulders. The feather's folded together and formed a reverse saber, the base snapped together with the handle head to form a small pistol. This alarmed Archer who stopped from his unsuccessful activity of pulling out the bone blades from his wounds. The pistol was aimed at Archer and even as the target, the wounded teen could see the sights so cleanly set that he traced the aim from his eye to where the dark-armored rider's own supposedly rested. The sounds of police sirens could be heard in the background, still neither moved. Slowly as if coming to a decision over something deliberated with utmost care. The wing-visored rider walked away without so much as pausing and went right through a wall. Behind, he left a scarred battleground and an injured Archer, in both body and spirit.

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SPECIAL INFORMATION!

-From this chapter onwards, special information will be added to the end of every chapter consulting the various mysterious abilities of the riders. But due to a rather lazy self I blame to be born into me, I will only disclose one ability per chapter.

Wing-visored rider AKA. Kamen Rider Ecto
-His real identity and official moniker in this fic is known as Kamen Rider Ecto.
-One of his rider gear's abilities is to walk through walls via special cross-dimensional travel. Due to the system imperfections, this jump can only be activated to a certain level that affects only one dimension of existence as opposed to a complete dimension jump which affects all dimensions of existence. Here Ecto uses the ability of his by jumping his physical existence to another dimension to walk through the wall.