Aaron, quick on his feet and determined to find a non-lethal solution, scanned the area for a strategic advantage. A nearby body of water caught his eye. With a confident grin, he led the mind-controlled Kamen Riders toward the water's edge.
Aaron looked at the mind-controlled Kamen rider coming toward him while gritting his teeth a bit, he didn't feel like killing them and getting his hands dirty.. a matter of fact he didn't want to kill them, to begin with, he just needed to inapposite them.
Sure he could think of multiple ways to brutally murder all of them without making them suffer a bit but he wouldn't lower himself to that level.
'Why the heck am Hesitating' Aaron thought to himself, he usually wasn't the kind to hesitate in those kinds of situations so why was he hesitating now?
Was it because he knew Mitsume was watching and he didn't want to traumatize her....he could technically go somewhere the camera can't see and just snap all of their necks.
He could just punch their pressure point and kill them instantly or stop their heart, he could even just turn them into vegetables.
He had hundreds of ways in which he could kill them and yet he refused to do it.
'Why cant you do if. You are a born monster for Christ's sake' Aaron yelled to himself in his mind but he just couldn't.
He could have made it all look like an accident he could have ended them so easily but yet he couldn't bring himself.
If he were to give in to his bloodlust he would probably let 'him' out.
As the group approached, Aaron's mind worked out a plan.
A plan that doesn't involve him killing a bunch of innocent people.
He positioned himself strategically, ensuring that the mind-controlled fighters followed him into the water, more like a puddle but who cared every knew that Electricity was the nemesis of machines and that would be his tool of choice.
With a swift motion, Aaron tapped into the electric current of the area, channeling it through the water. The moment the mind-controlled Kamen Riders stepped into the water, the electric charge surged through their metallic components.
Sparks flew, and their movements became erratic as the short-circuiting disrupted their control mechanisms.
The once-coordinated assault dissolved into chaos. The mind-controlled fighters flailed and spasmed as the electrical surge incapacitated them.
Aaron, safe from the current due to his careful positioning, watched as the water became a conductor of their demise.
Suel, witnessing the unexpected turn of events, gritted his teeth in frustration. The advantage he thought he had was slipping away, and Aaron's ingenuity had thrown a wrench into his plans.
This creative use of the environment not only incapacitated the mind-controlled Kamen Riders but also kind of cut down on the power of the nearby house which wasn't really good but this town was abandoned to begin with so a lack of eletricity isn't something they worry about.
The battlefield, now disrupted by the unexpected surge of electricity, became a testament to Aaron's resourcefulness in the face of adversity.
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Suel's frustration simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle clenching of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes. Though outwardly composed, the unexpected turn of events had disrupted the meticulous plan he had set in motion.
He wanted to use those Kamen rider bot to badly hurt Aaron but it seemed like they couldnt do that much..they were truly useless.
Despite the turmoil brewing beneath his calm facade, Suel maintained an air of confidence. His sharp gaze followed Aaron's every move, calculating the next steps in this intricate dance of power.
Suel, levitating above the water, observed Aaron with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Guess this will be a bit entertaining after all," he remarked with a sly grin, underestimating the depth of the transformation about to unfold.
Aaron, undeterred, cracked his neck, a quiet prelude to the impending shift. He reached for what Rui had crafted for him, a mysterious tool that held the potential for a radical change. The air hummed with anticipation as Aaron activated the device.
A distant lion's roar echoed in the background, as if heralding the emergence of a powerful force. Simultaneously, the unmistakable sound of a gambling machine filled the air, adding an eerie ambiance to the transformation.
The transformation began as a radiant red light enveloped Aaron's form. His silhouette pulsated with energy, and within the glow, a suit materialized. The crimson fabric clung to his body, a sleek and powerful ensemble. The lion motif dominated the design, a fearsome visage emblazoned across the chest.
Details emerged as the transformation progressed. White lines adorned the suit, accentuating the contours and creating an intricate pattern reminiscent of tribal art. Claws extended from Aaron's fingertips, a manifestation of the untamed power coursing through him.
But there was more—a wooden staff materialized in Aaron's hand, a symbol of newfound strength and agility. The staff's design was ornate, with carvings that seemed to tell a story of ancient power and resilience.
The most striking feature was the lion face, not just a decoration but a dynamic part of the suit. The eyes glowed with an inner fire, lending an otherworldly intensity to Aaron's gaze. The transformation was a fusion of primal energy and calculated design, a metamorphosis that elevated Aaron into a formidable force, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the red glow subsided, Aaron stood transformed, a lion-hearted warrior with a staff in hand, exuding a presence that demanded attention. The battleground had become a canvas for this new incarnation, setting the stage for a showdown that promised to be nothing short of spectacular.
With his lion-hearted transformation complete, Aaron's eyes bore a fierce determination. "Time to make you eat some dirt," he declared, his voice resonating with newfound power. His gaze locked onto Suel, and with a sudden burst of superhuman speed, he surged forward, leaving a trail of crimson afterimages in his wake.
Before the game creator could react, Aaron closed the distance with astonishing swiftness. With a lightning-quick movement, he delivered a powerful kick, the force behind it akin to a lion's strike. The impact sent Suel sprawling, a surprised expression briefly flickering across his face as he tasted the grit of the battleground.
Although Aaron felt something was wrong as the body he had hit vanish as Suel appeared in the sky looking down at him saying "You insignificant fool..did you think you could lay a hand on me"
"You are talking a lot of smacks for someone running away in the sky "Aaron said looking at Suel to which Suel just reply.
"Why should I lower myself to your level?"
Suel then created what seemed to be clones as they rushed toward Aaron while he stayed back and watched.
"Make your worthless life worth it by entertaining us, "Suel said as the clones rushed toward Aaron who just sighed.
Why the heck was this man acting so mighty when he was clearly running away from the fade?
The battlefield became a blur of motion as the five clones closed in on Aaron, launching a barrage of hand-to-hand attacks. What seemed like a coordinated assault, however, quickly turned into a display of Aaron's unexpected prowess.
To the spectators' amazement, Aaron not only held his ground but managed to turn the clones' attacks against each other. His movements were a dance of calculated precision, a testament to his ability to read and anticipate their actions. Each strike meant for him became a tool in his hands, redirected with finesse to collide with other clones.
As the illusions of Suel unwittingly attacked their own counterparts, a ripple of confusion spread among them. Aaron, with a wry grin, exploited the momentary disarray to counterattack. His lion-hearted transformation gave him a speed and agility that seemed almost otherworldly.The spectators, whether rooting for Aaron or merely observing in fascination, marveled at the unexpected turn of events.
Suel, still watching from a distance, couldn't conceal a flicker of frustration at the unforeseen challenge Aaron presented.
The battlefield had become a canvas for Aaron's ingenuity, a showcase of his ability to turn the tables even against overwhelming odds.
The clash between the lion-hearted warrior and the illusions orchestrated by Suel took on a dynamic and unpredictable quality, leaving the outcome hanging in the balance.
The relentless clones, undeterred by their previous setbacks, regrouped and intensified their assault. Some vanished into thin air, reappearing with a disorienting unpredictability, while others continued their relentless hand-to-hand barrage.
Aaron, his senses finely tuned, dodged and weaved through the onslaught. The clones' teleportation attempts were met with his swift maneuvers, creating a dynamic dance across the battlefield.
With every strike that veered toward him, Aaron countered with a calculated dodge or an elegant parry.
In the midst of this chaotic ballet, Aaron's foot connected with one of the clones, sending it flying across the battleground.
The impact momentarily disrupted the clones' coordinated attacks, creating a brief opening that Aaron seized upon.
However, the clones were quick to recover, their resilience fueled by Suel's control. The teleportations became more erratic, the attacks more relentless.
Despite Aaron's skill, he found himself at the center of a maelstrom, a storm of illusions converging on him from all sides.
The spectators, whether cheering for the lion-hearted warrior or captivated by the sheer spectacle, were on the edge of their virtual seats. Suel, observing from a distance, wore a thinly veiled smirk.
He would give the people what they came to see....the death of the anomaly...
As the clones continued their relentless assault, Aaron's movements became a mesmerizing display of skill and agility. The clones, seemingly synchronized in their attacks, found themselves confounded by the lion-hearted warrior's uncanny ability to predict and counter their every move.
Aaron, with a calculated grace, shifted through the battlefield, effortlessly evading strikes and turning the clones' attacks against each other. The clones' teleportation attempts became futile as Aaron anticipated their movements, staying one step ahead.
In a seamless sequence of maneuvers, Aaron utilized the momentum of one clone's punch to redirect it into the path of another. His lion-hearted transformation granted him an almost preternatural awareness, allowing him to choreograph the chaos around him. With each elegant twist and turn, he exploited the openings presented by the clones' own attacks.
One clone attempted a sweeping kick, only to find its leg intercepted by Aaron's well-timed block. In a fluid motion, Aaron twisted, using the clone's disrupted balance to propel it into the path of an oncoming fist from another illusion.
As the clones stumbled over each other, Aaron pressed the advantage. His movements became a dance of controlled aggression, seamlessly transitioning between evasion and counterattacks. With a lightning-quick series of strikes, he incapacitated one clone after another, exploiting the momentary disarray in their coordinated assault.
With the last of the clones incapacitated, Aaron stood amidst the dissipating illusions, his lion-hearted form exuding a victorious aura. The staff he held, once a mere wooden weapon, now bore the marks of the battle, a symbol of his prowess and adaptability.
Turning his gaze towards Suel, Aaron's eyes held a glint of determination. A confident smile played on his lips as he addressed the manipulative game creator, "I am going to beat you just like I did to your blow dolls."
The taunt carried a weight of defiance and triumph, a declaration that Suel's illusions and manipulations were nothing compared to the resilience and skill Aaron brought to the battleground.
Suel, hovering above, maintained a veneer of composure, but the frustration beneath the surface was palpable.
Suel's gaze bore down on Aaron with a mix of irritation and arrogance. "Your victory over those clones means nothing," he sneered, his voice carrying a cold, calculated tone. "Your arrogance will be your undoing, Aaron. Today, I'll make sure you understand the futility of your resistance."
Aaron, undeterred by Suel's threats, simply smirked in response. "You talk a big game, but it seems all you can do is send illusions and hide in the sky. Let's see if you can back up those words," he taunted, the confidence in his lion-hearted form unwavering.
Suel, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, began to conjure an intricate array of illusions. Shadows danced around him, morphing into twisted visions designed to disorient and confuse. "Prepare yourself, Aaron. You'll soon realize the extent of the power you dared to challenge."
"Stop monologuing and come catch this hands. "Aaron said bluntly.
A/N 2k words...damm... that's a long-ass chapter....
