"Your legacy is being written by yourself, make the right decisions." - Gary Vaynerchuk

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A Woman approaches a large round table. Chairs lining all the way around the table. At the end of the room sits a belt sitting on a pedestal. In front of the pedestal is a shield and blade, both lodged in the ground. The woman approaches the back of the room.

"It is said that in our darkest hours, Leaders will rise."

The Scene changes to the top of a wall. The Wall stretches for miles. A figure stands at the long end of the wall. Down the wall are statues, designed like knights with staff weapons. The Knight's eyes light up a bright yellow as their heads turned to the figure. The Rider steps forward, staring down the Knights.

The Rider is based on a Knight. The undersuit is black, the armor is a bright silver, with outlines of blue. The helmet has a face guard with cross stretching from the top of the gold face guard up the head and down the chest plate with a breastplate, armor plates down the side of the ribs, with a central plate down the stomach that the plates connect into. At the neck of the chest is a hood flipped over the helmet. Round shoulder pads that connect to the arm. The arms are simple armored gauntlets. At the waist is a belt with a design of a forge, an opening on the top right goes down to the center of the forge. At the center is a mold of a sheath, at the bottom of the belt is a small pull switch that moves the forge. Left of the forge is a sword lever that could be removed. Under the belt is skirt armor that has a long skirt that stops just past the knees. The legs themselves have armor at the thigh, knee, and feet. In the right hand is a gold doubled edged sword ornate in design down the length. The guard, grip, and pommel is designed like a cross. There are two triggers situated just below the guard. The triggers are vertical of each other. On the left arm is a heater shield, with a cross printed on the shield.

"It is the duty of those leaders to guide lesser men to victory."

The knights begin to line up against the Rider. The Rider readies her blade and points it towards the knights. The knights begin marching towards the Rider. The Rider starts walking towards the statues, slowly speeding up before running straight at the Statues.

"Our line has always been those leaders, such is our legacy."

The Woman stands before the blade and shield. the Rider turns back to the table. Gripping the belt in her hand. the Rider walks to the exit of the room, looking at paintings on the wall. Looking upon it, the Woman clenches the belt in her hand.

"This is our legacy that you will carry."

The Rider charges into the Knights. The frontline Knights swing down their spears at the Rider, blocking with the shield the Rider pushes the shield aside the Knight slashes off the heads. The headless Knights slump down, the Rider jumps on the slumped Knights and jumps off them, before throwing her blade into the chest of a knight in the crowd. Landing into the statue, the Rider pulls out the blade. The knights around turns and thrusts their spears at the Rider. The Rider jumps up, the spear heads collides creating a platform, the Rider lands on the spearheads. The Knights pull up the spear, the Rider jumps launching into the air with the Knights boost.

"It is the will of our forefathers."

The Woman approaches a grave sitting in the center of a destroyed church. the Rider looks at the name on the stone. "Arther." The woman stares at the grave, the stone the grave is made out of is slightly reflective. The stone reflects the woman's appearance. She has green eyes, blonde hair, a slim and beautiful figure. Dressed in an ornate dress.

"When others are in trouble, it is our duty as Riders to help."

The Woman reaches to her arm, with a red tied around the wrist. The scene changes back to the Rider still in the air. The Rider pulls the second bottom trigger, as the blade opens down the center revealing a barrel with a muzzle all along the barrel. The Rider aims at the Knights and pulling the first trigger fires off a shot, the shot blows open the head of a Knight. The Rider falls towards the ground shooting at the Knights. As the Rider nears the ground, the Rider readies to land. The Rider lands slamming the shield into the ground, sending a shock wave that sends the Knights flying back. A knight lands on its feet and charges the Rider. The Rider pulls it's shield out of the ground, the sides of the shield fold into a sheath, before a blade pops out of the butt of the sheath. The Rider swings with the shield blade cutting down the Knight.

"Oh ancestors of the past, give me strength."

The Rider mutters, cutting down Knights around it. The shield changes from blade to shield to deflect attacks. The Sword also shoots down Knights behind the ones approaching.

"Artoria! Help Me!"

The Rider pauses for a moment, a large mace slams into the Rider. The Rider is launched down the wall and back to where the Rider started the fight at the beginning. A larger Mace wielding Knight stomps towards the Rider. The Rider begins to pick herself up. Clenching the ground beneath her, the Rider slowly looks up. The Woman looks up from the grave.

"Let your holy light light the way!"

The Rider mutters getting up, taking her blade the Rider and puts it up to the shield. The Shield opens with a slot for the blade to fit. The shield changes and forms around the blade to make a spear. The Pommel of the blade extends out, the blades on the shield extend out. The Rider brings the spear back, the metal of the spear open revealing dust, as energy begins swirling around the Rider. Gold sparks float around the Rider, the sparks and light grows as the knights charge the Rider. The Rider reaches down to her belt and grabs the blade.

"I promise… I will Never let anyone die because of me!"

The Rider brings down the blade. "Blade Fall!" The belt exclaims. The energy is absorbed into the spear.

"Rhongomyniad!"

The Rider shouts, thrusting the spear forward. The Dust discharges, engulfing all the knights on the wall in a bright flash of light. The light fades after a few seconds, leaving the wall damaged where the light hit. The Knights are nowhere to be seen.

"I am… Kamen Rider… Arthur!"

Artoria turns away from the grave, walking away with the belt and a mold in her hands. A determined look on her as she walks away.

Rider of the Round Table

Kamen Rider Arthur