Keiwa's eyes narrowed in contemplation as he observed Aaron's transformation into a Kamen Rider. The sudden surge in speed and strength caught his attention, prompting him to question aloud, "Why did he become a Kamen Rider if he had those kinds of abilities?"
The display of power was undeniable, and as Aaron revealed the ability of his transformed state to negate all forms of power around him, the dynamics of the confrontation shifted dramatically. Suel, previously a formidable force, found himself at a disadvantage, unable to wield his powers against the transformed Aaron.
Keiwa's young analytical mind processed the unfolding scene. The fight, now stripped of Suel's hacks, became a testament to the vast gap in experience between the two adversaries.
Despite the apparent disadvantage, Aaron wielded the overwhelming advantage as the superior fighter. Suel, now relegated to tanking attacks, faced an uphill battle against an opponent whose newfound abilities seemed to tip the scales heavily in his favor. The clash unfolded, a stark portrayal of power dynamics and tactical prowess in the virtual realm.
The virtual arena crackled with energy as the one-sided clash unfolded. Aaron, now transformed into a Kamen Rider, moved with an otherworldly grace. His every movement seemed perfectly calculated, a dance of precision that belied an innate understanding of combat.
Suel, on the other hand, found himself at a disadvantage. The once formidable wielder of hacks was reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. Every attempt to unleash his powers met an unyielding wall as Aaron's transformed state nullified any advantage Suel might have sought.Aaron's attacks were a symphony of controlled chaos.
Each strike, a testament to his mastery of martial arts, flowed seamlessly into the next. The virtual air echoed with the impact of blows, a rhythmic cadence that underscored the one-sided nature of the confrontation.
Suel, unable to match Aaron's expertise, was forced into a defensive posture. His attempts to counter were futile, met with a swift and calculated response from the Kamen Rider. The virtual realm became a canvas for Aaron's prowess, a showcase of his superior fighting skills that spoke louder than any words could convey.
As the one-sided beatdown continued, it was evident that Aaron's transformation had elevated him to a level beyond Suel's reach. The fight unfolded as a silent testament to the vast gap in combat proficiency between the two adversaries, with Aaron reigning supreme in a display of martial finesse and strategic brilliance.
As the spectators in the room watched the unfolding confrontation, a tension hung in the air. The general sentiment was that Aaron had a considerable advantage, and the outcome of the fight seemed to be tilting in his favor. However, amidst the anticipation, Ace's keen observation picked up on a subtle detail that set his thoughts ablaze.
The question gnawed at him: if Aaron had free access to such formidable strength, why did he not attempt to utilize it more frequently? Ace, having gathered some insight into Aaron's character, knew that beneath the seemingly carefree exterior lurked a terrifying strategist and a highly creative mind.
The brief five-minute skirmish had revealed glimpses of Aaron's tactical brilliance. He was far from an idiot, and Ace couldn't dismiss the possibility that there might be a calculated reason for Aaron refraining from unleashing his full strength.
Unless, of course, Aaron had a streak of sadism in him, a notion that Ace, given the circumstances, wouldn't entirely rule out.
The room, filled with the virtual echoes of clashing powers, held its collective breath, and Ace's analytical mind worked overtime, attempting to decipher the enigma that was Aaron in the midst of this intense and strategically nuanced confrontation.
Suel, his technological arsenal rendered unusable and most of his abilities lost, lay defenseless on the virtual ground. The looming figure of Aaron appeared above him, a sword raised high, poised to strike a decisive blow.
In a desperate plea, Suel attempted to persuade Aaron to reconsider. "Wait, Aaron! We can talk this out. You don't have to do this!" he implored, the desperation evident in his voice. But Aaron, unyielding, remained silent, his resolve unswayed.
The sword began its descent, a lethal arc ready to end the confrontation. Suel's pleas fell on deaf ears as Aaron's determination drove the blade closer to its target. Just as the strike was about to land, the Kamen Rider suit emitted a sudden surge of dark and red lightning.
An agonizing scream pierced the air as Aaron convulsed, his suit disintegrating from his body.
The pain, visceral and unrelenting, clawed at Aaron's senses. It was as if every nerve in his body was set ablaze, an excruciating ordeal that transcended the boundaries of what pain could feel like. His eyes bled, the sensation of impending explosion resonating through every fiber of his being.
The area, once filled with the clash of powers, now reverberated with Aaron's tortured cries. The vividness of the pain, described in agonizing detail, seeped into the air.
Aaron's body convulsed violently, muscles spasming as dark and red lightning surged through his veins. Every inch of his being was engulfed in an indescribable pain, the intensity of which transcended the confines of the virtual space. Veins appeared like ethereal cracks on his skin, pulsating with the malevolent energy that wreaked havoc within him.
His screams reverberated through the room, echoing the pure agony that gripped him. The air seemed charged with the torment of a man pushed beyond his limits. The pain was unbearable.
Onlookers, those who had been spectators to the clash, now found themselves witness to a visceral spectacle. The room, once a hub of calculated confrontation, became a chamber of suffering as Aaron writhed on the floor, his cries a haunting symphony of pain.
The dark and red lightning continued to surge, each wave amplifying the torment that seized his body.
The dark and red lightning intensified, crackling with malevolent energy as if feeding off the depths of Aaron's agony. Anyone who dared to witness the spectacle could only guess at the excruciating pain coursing through him. His contorted expression, a twisted mask of suffering, spoke volumes about the torment he endured.
The room pulsated with the ominous energy, each surge of the lightning amplifying the visceral nature of Aaron's ordeal. The onlookers, unable to comprehend the extent of his suffering, found themselves drawn into a macabre ballet of pain and despair. The atmosphere thickened, suffused with the tangible weight of his torment.
As the lightning continued its relentless assault, the room transformed into a crucible of suffering. Aaron's silent screams echoed through the space, leaving an indelible impression on those who bore witness to the unfolding tragedy. The intensity of the scene transcended the boundaries of mere observation, immersing the onlookers in the visceral manifestation of a man's unraveling torment.
