This man who has one of the most untouchable killing streaks and was a powerhouse inside or out of his armor...
He was 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. And this pain was foreign. He's never experienced anything like this. What was this? He'd felt the pain of dying and this was worse.
His armor beginning to take harder hitting dents as he was kicked away, skidding several yards in against the ground, throwing up dirt before his body came to rest.
His armor slowly fizzling. A warning he's over expended it for quite a while. His visor cracked, allowing him to look up at the sky a moment.
How could someone have such a hold on him? 𝙃𝙞𝙢?! 𝙊𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.
He felt sick. Pained. Feverish with hatred that he had bit back when he met her and their bond began to strengthen.
A million thoughts all within seconds as he lay there before Kotaro delivered another punch to him before lifting him up by his own chest plate.
Hearing his friend's pleas, his armor shattered as if on cue. Takeshi's long limbs like noodles, sinking into the other mans grip with a laugh. One of pain.
His dark eyes filling with tears that didn't dare fall because that would have him admit that she was gone. And that he was truly weak. That he was capable of care. Of loving someone.
His laughter carries much like his yells and screams did prior.
He looks to his friend's visor before he rears his head back-then forward to headbutt his helmet, knocking himself out.
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Re: ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴜɴ
Date: 2025-06-12 12:58 pm (UTC)Family Annihilator. Murderer.
'Dark' Kamen Rider.
This man who has one of the most untouchable killing streaks and was a powerhouse inside or out of his armor...
He was 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. And this pain was foreign. He's never experienced anything like this. What was this? He'd felt the pain of dying and this was worse.
His armor beginning to take harder hitting dents as he was kicked away, skidding several yards in against the ground, throwing up dirt before his body came to rest.
His armor slowly fizzling. A warning he's over expended it for quite a while.
His visor cracked, allowing him to look up at the sky a moment.
How could someone have such a hold on him? 𝙃𝙞𝙢?! 𝙊𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.
He felt sick. Pained. Feverish with hatred that he had bit back when he met her and their bond began to strengthen.
A million thoughts all within seconds as he lay there before Kotaro delivered another punch to him before lifting him up by his own chest plate.
Hearing his friend's pleas, his armor shattered as if on cue. Takeshi's long limbs like noodles, sinking into the other mans grip with a laugh. One of pain.
His dark eyes filling with tears that didn't dare fall because that would have him admit that she was gone. And that he was truly weak. That he was capable of care. Of loving someone.
His laughter carries much like his yells and screams did prior.
He looks to his friend's visor before he rears his head back-then forward to headbutt his helmet, knocking himself out.