Superiority [Kyle]

[Jerome Endon]

It was a creature of somesort that was appearing in London at night to kill people. It wasn't the work of a human. That much was certain.

Jerome was waiting in the streets on his bike, clad in his Riderman form. Waiting for something to happen. He had no doubt that the group he belonged to might deploy at some point after this, and he wouldn't be missed by them. If Kyle fought, so be it. It would be a help.

Or he could try something. Was it the alcohol getting to him? Maybe, but Kyle as G1 was an interesting subject. Maybe a test of superiority was in order?

[Kyle Walker]

If Ruksana Nayar was totally honest, it was the best plan she'd ever had. Whatever the monster was it was brutal. The two mile radius where most of the victims had turned up was virtually empty, just prostitutes, stoners, several M.M.C.P.U officers and a rather fast moving van.

This was desperate, this was stupid and it was foolhardy but it was the best idea that Ruksana Nayar had. The bastard had already killed four people, brutally ripping them apart and taunting the police with messages in their own blood. Ruksana was sitting in the van and looking at a bank of computers, sitting in the middle of the large room was a motorbike which Kyle was leaning over, tapping his helmet's crest against it. The rest of the G1-D armour adorned his body, with the staff clamped to his back.

They'd been driving down the streets for about three hours when suddenly the entire area exploded into action. A cry came out over the radio system and two technicians began tapping at keypads. A flare erupted into the night sky and the van circled around rapidly heading backwards.

Kyle snapped the helmet back on, mounted his bike and revved it up. Rookie yelled something and the back door opened as he drove out hitting the road and heading down the streets followed by the van.
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Meanwhile an M.M.C.P.U officer ran away from a dopant rushing after them. A huge greyish brown bear dopant.

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome's bike came to life as he went in pursuit of the Dopant. No lights on it; just the sound of the engine giving it away. But right now that didn't matter. He just pressed himself lower, speeding up, and drawing his handgun. He slid to the side, stopping, putting the front of his bike at the Dopant's side.

He fired three shots into the Dopant from close range, but he wasn't sure bullets would work on it. Was this the thing killing people? He had to assume so. For now all bullets would do would be get its attention. That's all he needed, for now.

[Kyle Walker]

Oh
"Oh?" Kyle asked the AI program in his helmet using the sort of voice that implied "Whatever this is it's your fault,"
The Dopant's moving
"Sh*t, you're sure?" Kyle asked as Dawes began working through computer systems to plot a route towards their suspected target.

Oh Dawes said again.
"What is it now!?" Cross growled as the bike skidded down a corner, past an MMCPU officer and down a large stretch of road.
The dopant isn't chasing an officer
"Isn't that good?" Kyle asked, slightly sarcastically.
They're chasing a man on a motorbike Dawes explained, One who isn't a member of the MMCPU

Kyle swore, Dawes was right this wasn't good If it was a civilian then they had to save them. Kyle rounded the corner, sighting the Grizzly Bear Dopant chasing after a motorcycle.
He's been shot. Target that area and we might take him down[/color]
Kyle drew the large staff from his back and waited before leaping off. Dawes started to run the finisher program through the armour, into the staff, it started sparking with electricity as Kyle slammed the staff into the Dopant. It yelled and flashed yellow as it's memory flew out of it's body and into the air, landing with a sound like broken glass.

Kyle sighed and turned towards the man on the bike.
He froze for a second and then raised the D-Staff once more after realising who or what was riding the motorcycle.
"Dawes ... is that a rider?" He asked.
It would seem so Dawes replied.

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome turned his bike around, sliding to see Kyle. He sat on his bike, "The kill was mine," he said, his voice disguised through the mouthplate's build. He wasn't even sure if Kyle would know him, or his voice offhand, but best to be safe.

[Kyle Walker]

"Aye, well unfortunately mate," Kyle started, stepping off of his bike and walking towards Jerome, not that he knew this of course. He was vaguely aware of who Jerome was and would recognise him with the mask off but at the moment there was nothing to connect the two. "No one's killing this guy, he's getting arrested and thrown in jail for those murders not murdered by scum like you,"
Yes, antagonise the enemy Kamen Rider that'll do wonders Sighed Dawes.

"You do not get to take the law into your own hands ..." Kyle huffed.

[Jerome Endon]

"He's a murderer. There's a chance he'll be in prison for the rest of his life, and there's a chance he could get out and kill again."

Jerome pulled his handgun. He didn't care about what Kyle might do. He'd deal with it. He pointed it vaguely in the other man's direction, "I will kill him, for the severity of his crimes. Get out of the way, G1. Yes. I know your title," he said.

In all honesty, he had just meant the defeat of the Dopant. But a kill, yes. He did think the man should die.

[Kyle Walker]

Kyle jumped forward. The G1-D armour was designed for fast response, it was light, it was fitted with nano-circuitry designed to increase response time but it's best feature?

Kyle was wired.

The blue rider leapt forward and slammed his staff forward into Riderman's gut like a snooker cue.
"You're under arrest for attempted murder!" Kyle growled angrily.

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome dodged back. He span to the side, thrusting his metal claw attachment down and parrying the rod into the ground. With his free hand he tore his handgun free and lifted it up to the armor that Kyle wore. He didn't think it would do much, but it was worth it. He pumped three bullets into the chest.

[Kyle Walker]

"Shit!" Rookie cried over her radio as she heard/ saw Kyle get shot.

Kyle staggered back. He knew he'd been shot, but he also knew that he was on enough steroids to keep him up and about, but not for long. He growled and thrust the sta-

Oh ... damn it was on the floor. He looked up at the other rider and rubbed his chest.
Only one of the bullets went through[/color] Dawes informed him Ruksana will be here with reinforcements in less than a minute do not overexert yourself![/color]

Kyle nodded and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright ... bring it on!"

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome lunged forward, swinging his metal claw for Kyle's chest.

[Kyle Walker]

Kyle ducked underneath and shot an uppercut towards Jerome's stomach.

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome took the hit and grunted. He grabbed at Kyle's arm with his mechanical claw, tightening his grip.

[Kyle Walker]

There was a crunching noise and a spiderweb of cracks spread over Kyle's arm. He bit his lip to stifle his cries then punched towards Jerome's helmet.

[Jerome Endon]

Jerome took the hit and stumbled back, losing his claw as it slipped off of his arm, keeping grip on Kyle's arm. Jerome's helmet had cracks starting to form in it from Kyle's punch. He put his hand to the damage and his aching head, shaking his head to try to regain some sense.