Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider! It belongs to Ishinomori Shotaro and Toei! The only thing original is the plot and the Ocs!
AN: Here's a preview for chapter 2 of my KR Malik story. Enjoy!
The sound of hooves pounding against the grounds could be heard from quite a distance as Sal rode his horse across the grassy plains of southern Spain. One could tell the stallion that Sal rode was mechanical for it was made of silver, metallic plates that seemed to be impenetrable and glowing yellow eyes. Its powerful legs carried Sal to his destination faster than a regular horse, which was the reason Sal chose a mechanical horse in place of a real one. "C'mon!" he urged his form of transportation to increase its speed.
Nearly a day passed since Sal left Seville for his destination, riding his mechanical horse through the terrain of southern Spain that was placed under the rule of Tariqun Caliphate. Sal barely stopped for rest and he even when he did, he only rested for half an' hour at most. During his journey, the young commander of the Caliph's army did not encounter any sign of bandits or robbers as he traveled.
As Sal traveled down the road, the surroundings became turned from a prairie to a more mountainous terrain. The small bundle of trees turned into large forests as he continued up into the large hillside of southern Spain, the area becoming more and more familiar to the young man. However, Sal did not stop as he sped up towards the large hill until... 'We're here!' he mentally shouted.
Sal immediately pulled on the reigns to stop his ride, and his mechanical ride let out a neigh as it slowed down its velocity, stopping at the peak of the hill. Once the mechanized horse stopped at the peak of the hill, Sal looked down to see what appeared to be a city miles away. Though it was far, he still recognized it very well. "Neo-Córdoba," Sal recognized.
Neo-Córdoba was a large vast metropolis with large apartment complexes and universities surrounding the main palace in the center. The buildings were once filled with families comprised of scholars, merchants, and artisans, who all would go to the plazas or the universities nearby. Though they seemed to be a little rusted, the building were still in perfect shape. As for the palace, it was large with gardens and courtyards inside as well as a large throne room. The white wall surrounding the metropolitan city would protect it from any invaders, many bandits. Much like the medieval Córdoba of Moorish Spain, it was once a place of knowledge and power, where the ruler maintained his reign over the people.
However, that image was replaced with a Neo-Córdoba that was nothing more than an abandoned ghost town. The tall buildings that were filled with technology were now empty shells with some rust on them, much like the cube-shaped building that once housed dozens of families. In the center of the city was a large, white palace with a golden dome on a roof supported by large pillars. Surrounding it on four sides were tall, white, and cylindrical towers that had a golden tip at the end.
Sal sighed as took in the sight in front of his eyes, a sigh that was a mixture between nostalgia and contempt. "I never thought I'd return to this place again," Sal said before he kicked his mechanized horse.
Letting out a soft neigh, the automatic stallion walked down the hill and approached the city of Neo-Córdoba with Sal as its passenger. As he rode his horse towards the city, Sal though he heard the sound of metal clashing against each other, but it too faint for him to comprehend what it could be, so he dismissed it.
He continued to pass the golden arch gates of Neo-Córdoba and entered into the city revealing how large it was. The apartment complexes and universities were so large that they would out the most expensive church in all of Europe to shame. The road was once paved with black concrete on the ground, but there were now cracks all over it with sand covering most of the spots. There were even common houses that were still intact despite the damage time did to the supporting beams.
Once he was in the middle of the city, Sal noticed on his left was the palace of the ruler of Neo-Córdoba, a place he knew all too well. Since he was close, he had a better look of it. Calligraphy was etched everywhere into the white marble metal that made the brick of the palace. The golden dome shone beautifully as the beams of sunlight reflected off of it, and red carpets were placed at the silver, barred gates of the entrance. Seeing the palace, brought up many memories for the young man. Some memories that he wish he could forget.
Suddenly, Sal's head whipped around as he heard the sound of clashing metal once again, but this time it was loud enough for Sal to know what is was... 'Fighting!' he shouted.
Immediately pulling on the reigns, Sal turned his horse to the right and kicked its side for it to speed toward the scene of battle. A bright light emerged from his stomach and took the familiar form of his golden belt with the green gem in the center. "Henshin!" Sal exclaimed and with a bright flash of light, Sal transformed into the armored form of Malik, the green eyes flashing to complete the transformation sequence.
Malik could heard that the sounds of battle becoming louder and louder as he came closer and closer to its source. When he arrived at the source of the fighting, what he saw shocked him for there two beings fighting each other. Surrounding the two were what appeared to be mechanical limbs that belonged to robots and seemed to be deadly. "What the heck?" Sal gasped.
One was the purple armored figure that he encountered at Seville, while other one was someone else. The other figure wore navy blue armor over his white bodysuit, whose form was similar to that of the Malik and the purple armored figure's form. On his chest was a chest plate were white lines that etched a muscular physique, and along with the navy blue gauntlets and boots were white bands around his wrists and ankles. Like the purple armored figure and Malik, he wore a round helmet colored navy blue with a pair of antennae protruding from between the red eye lenses. His white belt had a red gem in the center of his silver buckle and hanging from the side was a curved bladed sword with a silver handle sheathed in a brown scabbard.
The purple armored figure swung his right arm at the the navy blue figure, who raised his left armored hand to block before raising her other to block another swing. When the purple figure lashed out his right hand again, the navy blue figure redirected it before punching the his armored opponent in his armored chest. That did not stop the purple armored figure as his fist struck the navy blue figure in his torso armor that protected his side. "GAH!" the navy blue figure cried out in pain.
The navy blue figure was sent staggering back from the force of the purple figure's punch, but he immediately got up. The purple armored figure charged at his opponent, throwing a punch at the navy blue figure only for him to block it. The navy blue figure, then, forced the purple figure back with a kick to the stomach. However, that did not stop the purple figure as he once again charged at the navy blue armored figure, throwing as many punches as he could.
The purple armored figure landed a punch in the armored chest of his navy blue opponent, forcing him back once again. When he threw another punch, the navy blue figure smacked it away before punching the purple figure in the face. It was now his turned as the navy blue armored figure landed some more punches on his enemy, each one hitting its target. The navy blue figure finished his assault with a punch to the purple figure's chest,, sending him flying into a few yards away from himself. The purple figure quickly recovered from that attack as he sat up on one knee, glaring at his enemy standing across from him.
"This ends right here, Haze!" the navy blue figure shouted, drawing his sword.
"Bring it, Scimitar," the purple figure, Haze, challenged as he stood up and unsheathed his own.
Before either one could charge and continue their fight, both Haze and Scimitar heard a familiar voice stating, "Aaron? Adan?"
They both turned their heads to see the familiar form of Malik upon his mechanized form of transportation, his green eye lenses staring at the two armored warriors. "Just what are you guys going?" Malik demanded.
Scimitar wanted to give Malik an answer, but before he could, Haze snapped his figures, as if to call for something. Both Scimitar and Malik whipped their heads around to see a group of five cloaked figures suddenly rushing out of a nearby alley and in front of Haze, almost as if to protect him. The figures each wore brown cloaks around their bodies with hoods over their heads, but it did little to hide their mechanical legs and arms. The figures' limbs took a menacing form with the sharp clawed hands and feet. "Take care of them!" Haze ordered the cyborgs before he turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Malik called out to Haze.
Unfortunately for Malik, his words fell on deaf ears as Haze continued to run into the streets of Neo-Córdoba until his form had vanished into the urbanized setting. Malik would have chased after Haze if three of the cloaked figures did not charge at him with a pointed triangular blade protruding from their right arm. At the sight of the cloaked figures, Malik pulled the reigns on his mechanical horse to command it to kick out its front legs, which hit the cloaked figure in middle. When one of other two cloaked figures came at Malik's right and slashed his blade at him, Malik quickly drew his sword in time to parry the slash before stabbing the figure through the chest. Instead of blood and any human flesh coming out, Malik noticed those were replaced with wires and control panels while he slid his sword out of the cloak cybernetic figure he just stabbed. Turning his head towards the other two, Malik decided to think about it later and focus on the fight at hand.
As for Scimitar, he quickly ducked a beam from the two cloaked figures he was fighting as blasters were placed on their left arm and firing red energy bolts at him. Scimitar continue to dodge the energy bolts as he rushed towards two cloaked cyborgs and eventually used his sword to reflect on the energy bolts back at his opponents. The blast hit one of the cyborg's in the face, blinding it, and with it incapacitated, Scimitar dashed towards the other cloaked cyborg. He first landed a punch in the cloaked cyborg's face before giving the second one a roundhouse kick to the side, forcing it away. Scimitar then drove his sword through the chest of the cloaked cyborg he was focused on, sparks and wires shooting out of its back as its body shut down.
After drawing his sword from the cloaked cyborg, Scimitar turned his head towards the other one, who was still feeling the pain of an energy blast to the face. Scimitar took advantage of the situation as he sheathed his sword and charged at the remaining cloaked cyborg with silver energy covering his right foot. "Noble Rush!" Scimitar announced as he leaped into the air and stuck out his right foot.
The charged foot crashed into the cloaked cyborg, sending it crashing into the ground while Scimitar landed his two feet onto the ground. He stood and looked at the cloaked cyborg to it explode into a blaze of smoke, its mechanical limbs scattering across the streets. With his opponents gone, Scimitar turned his head towards Malik to see his mechanical horse using its hind legs to kick the cyborg behind it. Malik himself used his sword to block and parry the slashes coming from the other one attack from the left.
Malik leaned down to slashed his sword against the chest of the cloaked cyborg, ending its life as sparks and hardware came flying out of its chest. As that cyborg's lifeless body fell to the ground, Malik turned his horse around to face the only remaining cloaked cyborg that stood some feet across from it. Though its face was concealed by the hood, Malik could tell from the cyborg's body language it was afraid of him.
Sheathing his sword, Malik kicked the saddle and sped towards the cloaked cyborg on his mechanized horse. As he did, Malik leaped off of the horse with his right foot covered in silver energy. "King's Strike!" Malik announced as his charged foot crashed against the cyborg's chest.
Immediate upon impact, the cyborg let out a cry of pain before it exploded into a blaze of smoke and the smoke cleared away to reveal Malik standing where the cyborg stood. Malik was glad that was done, but his head was filled with a lot questions that only a certain navy blue figure could answer. Turning around, the flash of light that gave Malik his armored covered him once again to revert him back to Sal. "What is going on Al?" Sal demanded from Scimitar.
"Sal, now's not the time!" Scimitar spoke, his voice filled with urgency. "We need to get out of here before more of those mercenaries arrive!"
Sal sighed at that response, but he nodded his head in defeat. "Alright, but you have a lot of explaining to do, or else Aaron won't be your only problem!" Sal warned.
With that, Sal headed towards his mechanized horse and mounted it before following Scimitar to their new location, wherever that may be.
AN: And that's it! Please leave your comments in the reviews, and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive! Now, this story is NOT up for adoption.
Raika out!