Romans & histoires Kamen Rider Saber Driver

Kade shouted over the crowd noise. The starting gun fired and the bikes exploded forward in a roar of engines and burning rubber. Kyra watched despite herself, watched Ryker take an early lead and hold it through the first three laps. He rode like he did everything else, with absolute confidence and control, and she hated that she found it attractive. "He's so fast," Kade breathed, his eyes glued to the track. "He's beating everyone." "He's very skilled," Zara said, then leaned over to whisper in Kyra's ear. "You okay? You look like you're about to be sick."

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Kane slid into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. The redhead was making him talk. More than he had in an entire week. He wasn't sure how she did it. He wasn't a talkative person—Sebastian and the guys at the ring never shut up about it. You're a broody motherfucker, Kane. Loosen up a little. But he didn't like talking. He didn't like smiling either. Yet, here he was.

Even his shoulders were dangling by the side. Jacob was slightly stunned. “What the hell is this!?” The driver had a sullen expression. “Sir, this Javier fella not only beat me up, but he even dislocated my shoulders!” Jacob was furious. “What the hell are you doing? I asked you to avenge me, not embarrass me even further! Aren’t you supposed to be a state martial arts champion? Is this all there is to your competence!?’ The driver seemed very embarrassed and aggrieved at the same time. “I’m not some state champion in martial arts…I come from Champion VIllage, and I was the champion in the martial arts competition there…”

Kalen quickly bent down, sliding forward under as his opponent’s sabers flew past his head. His sliding legs suddenly halted, pushing the sides to enable him to turn as he struck out swiftly with his spear. Despite his lightning-fast moves, this guy reacted very fast as he blocked with his 2 sabers. Bam!! Bam!! Before his opponent could even landed and recover from the shock of his first strike, his spear already stabbed outwards again multiple times with speed. Seeing this, the Kraken acted decisively as he directly started executing his divine battle art, The Wild Saber.

“The cars!” It was a desperate, wild-card move. The guard raised his weapon, but Sabe was already moving, not towards him, but towards the nearest car—a sleek, black sedan. He smashed the driver’s window with the butt of his knife, yanked the door open, and ducked inside. A second later, the car’s engine roared to life, the headlights blazing on like startled eyes. Sabe threw it into reverse, the tires screeching as he backed it violently into the guard’s path, forcing him to dive aside.

A crew-cut enforcer from the Special Patrol pointed at the Judge, his voice seething with rage. "Point that finger again, and you'll wish you hadn't!" Ryker's wrist flicked, and the gleaming Cold Moon Saber materialized in his grasp. "What was that?" The crew-cut man scowled, turning to Ryker. "You're obstructing official Special Patrol business. That's outright defiance. You think I'm bluffing..." Before he could finish his threat, a streak of silver light zipped by, slicing past the man's finger. In an instant, the man's index finger hit the ground, and blood jetted out like a fountain.

The driver demands at Sebastian, visibly more panicking than before. Looks like he is new to this business. “Hey, calm down,” Scar has to remind him when his hand is shaking, “You don’t want to carry a life on your head, do you?” “Ohh, sorry!” The driver blurts. Scar: “...” Is he really an outlaw Jack Fuller hired to rob her?! Did he just apologize to her for putting a knife on her neck? The driver doesn’t answer. Scar turns to his side slightly, just enough to glance at the earbuds he is wearing. He is getting orders from his boss!

It was stronger, faster, but I was fighting for my mate, my pack, and the future we’d barely begun to imagine. Through the bond, Liora’s voice reached me, strained but fierce: I’m coming, Kade. Hold on! I clamped my jaws around Unit Seven’s arm and bit down until I felt something crack. It roared and drove its knee into my side, but I didn’t let go. Then Liora was there, jumping onto its back, stabbing repeatedly at the glowing veins in its neck. “Get off him!” Sable appeared a second later, driving her knife into its side. “Die already, you fucking machine!”

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.