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DC X Rider Ch 19
🕑 Added 2024-10-20 23:10:56 +0000 UTCHaruka's heart raced as Hellhound's pack of vicious dogs lunged at him. The Amazon Omega armor protected him from their sharp fangs, but the relentless onslaught was wearing him down. He swatted the dogs away, their snarls echoing through the warehouse.
Suddenly, Hellhound emerged from the shadows, his lithe frame moving with feline grace. Haruka barely had time to react as the mercenary attacked, his combat knives flashing in the dim light. Hellhound's strikes were lightning-fast, each blow carrying the weight of years of intense training.
Haruka's enhanced strength allowed him to withstand the onslaught, but Hellhound's mastery of martial arts proved to be a formidable challenge. The mercenary seamlessly transitioned between Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu, and Krav Maga, his movements a blur as he sought to overwhelm the Kamen Rider.
"Is this the best the famous Kamen Rider can do?" Hellhound taunted, his voice dripping with disappointment. "I expected more of a challenge."
Haruka gritted his teeth, his Amazon Omega armor taking the brunt of Hellhound's attacks. He countered with powerful strikes, but the mercenary's agility allowed him to evade and retaliate with devastating precision.
"You may have the strength, but you lack the skill to defeat me," Hellhound said, his eyes narrowing behind his black mask. He darted forward, his knives slicing through the air, forcing Haruka to retreat.
Haruka's mind raced, trying to find an opening in Hellhound's relentless assault. The mercenary's footwork was impeccable, his balance unwavering as he danced around Haruka, looking for vulnerabilities.
"Give up, Kamen Rider," Hellhound hissed, his blades slicing through the air. "Your days of heroics are over."
Haruka felt the sharp fangs of the dogs tearing into his armor, the pain lancing through his body. Before he could retaliate, Hellhound seized the opportunity, darting forward with his knives.
The mercenary's blades sliced through the air, aiming for Haruka's vulnerable spots. Haruka tried to dodge, but Hellhound's strikes were relentless. One of the knives found its mark, slicing into Haruka's side. He grunted in pain, the force of the blow knocking him back.
Haruka crashed against a stack of crates, the impact sending a jolt through his body. He felt the warm trickle of blood, but his Amazon physiology was already working to heal the wound. The bleeding slowed, but the pain lingered, a constant reminder of Hellhound's deadly skill.
Gritting his teeth, Haruka pushed himself up, his eyes narrowing behind the Amazon Omega helmet. Hellhound stood before him, his stance relaxed, the black mask hiding any expression.
"Impressive," the mercenary said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I expected you to be down for the count by now."
Haruka steadied his breathing, his mind racing to formulate a plan. Hellhound's agility and combat prowess were a formidable challenge, one that Haruka knew he couldn't afford to underestimate.
As the mercenary advanced, Haruka tensed, ready to meet the next onslaught. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not when the stakes were this high.
Haruka felt the instincts of the Amazon rising within him, a primal force that threatened to consume his senses. As Hellhound advanced, he reached for the Battle Gripper, the sleek blade extending with a metallic hiss.
The mercenary paused, his black mask betraying no emotion. "Ah, so the Kamen Rider has some tricks up his sleeve. Let's see what you can do."
Gripping the blade tightly, Haruka tensed his muscles, the Amazon's hunger for battle surging through his veins. He no longer saw Hellhound as a mere opponent, but as prey to be conquered. With a feral growl, he lunged forward, the blade slicing through the air.
Hellhound deftly evaded the strike, his agility a testament to his training. He countered with a flurry of knife strikes, each blow aimed with deadly precision. Haruka parried and deflected the attacks, his enhanced reflexes allowing him to keep up with the mercenary's relentless assault.
The clash of steel echoed through the warehouse as the two warriors traded blows. Haruka's movements grew more feral, his strikes becoming wild and unpredictable. He no longer fought with restraint, embracing the primal instincts of the Amazon.
Hellhound's eyes narrowed behind his mask, sensing the shift in Haruka's demeanor. "So, the beast within has been unleashed. Let's see how long you can maintain this feral display."
The mercenary increased the intensity of his attacks, his knives a blur as he sought to overwhelm the Kamen Rider. Haruka met each strike with equal ferocity, his blade cutting through the air with reckless abandon.
Sparks flew as metal collided, the sound of their battle drowning out the whimpers of the injured dogs. Haruka's focus narrowed, his entire being consumed by the need to defeat Hellhound, to assert his dominance as the apex predator.
Sensing an opening, Haruka lashed out with his blade, aiming for Hellhound's vulnerable areas. The mercenary evaded, but not without taking a glancing blow to his arm, drawing blood.
Hellhound hissed in pain, his grip on his knives momentarily faltering. Haruka seized the opportunity, pressing his advantage. He unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, each one fueled by the Amazon's primal hunger.
The mercenary struggled to keep up, his movements becoming more erratic as he tried to fend off Haruka's savage onslaught. Haruka's blade sliced through the air, cutting into Hellhound's armor and flesh, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.
Hellhound retreated, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Impressive, Kamen Rider. You've managed to draw blood. But this is far from over."
Haruka's eyes narrowed, the Amazon's thirst for victory consuming him. He crouched, ready to pounce, the blade in his hand glinting menacingly.
Haruka's grip tightened around the Battle Gripper as he advanced on the wounded Hellhound. The mercenary's movements had slowed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Seizing the opportunity, Haruka lunged forward, the blade slicing into Hellhound's thigh in a non-fatal strike.
Hellhound grunted in pain, his leg buckling momentarily. Haruka didn't relent, his Amazon instincts driving him to assert his dominance. He lashed out with his claws, raking them across Hellhound's torso, tearing through the mercenary's armor and drawing more crimson lines.
Hellhound staggered, his eyes narrowing behind the black mask. Haruka didn't give him a chance to recover, grabbing the mercenary by the collar and slamming him into a pile of crates. The wooden structures splintered under the impact, and Hellhound let out a pained cry.
Haruka stood over the wounded Hellhound, his chest heaving. The Amazon's primal hunger had been unleashed, and he felt a surge of triumph coursing through him. With a mighty roar, he announced his victory, the sound echoing through the warehouse.
Haruka breathed heavily, the fight with Hellhound having drained him. His Amazon instincts were still raging, the primal hunger gnawing at his core. All he could think about was devouring a juicy hamburger right now.
But he knew he couldn't indulge that craving just yet. He had questions that needed answering, and Hellhound was the key to finding the source of the bounty on his head.
Haruka gripped the mercenary by the collar, lifting him up with ease. "Where can I find the Head of the Black Cobra gang?" he demanded, his voice laced with a feral edge.
Hellhound remained silent, his eyes narrowing behind the black mask. Haruka's grip tightened, and he felt the sudden urge to sink his teeth into the mercenary's flesh.
"I'm very hungry right now," Haruka growled, baring his teeth as he brought his mouth dangerously close to Hellhound's arm. "And I haven't had a good meal in a while."
The threat in Haruka's voice was unmistakable, and Hellhound's eyes widened with fear. "Alright, alright!" the mercenary relented, his composure crumbling. "Snake Head, the leader of the Black Cobra gang, has his base of operations in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city."
Haruka's grip loosened slightly, but his eyes remained fixed on Hellhound, searching for any signs of deception. "And where exactly is this warehouse?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
Hellhound swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the dimly lit warehouse. "I-I don't know the exact address, but it's near the docks, on the east side of the city. That's all I know, I swear!"
Haruka studied the mercenary for a moment, his enhanced senses searching for any signs of dishonesty. Satisfied that Hellhound was telling the truth, he released his grip, allowing the wounded man to slump to the ground.
As Hellhound gasped for breath, Haruka turned his attention to the injured dogs that had been part of the mercenary's pack. The Amazon's hunger had been temporarily sated, and a twinge of guilt tugged at his conscience.
Haruka kneels beside the injured dogs, examining their wounds. He lets out a relieved sigh, seeing that they are not fatally hurt.
Rising to his feet, Haruka fixes his gaze on the wounded Hellhound. "If I find out you've lied to me, I'll be back for you," he warns, his voice low and menacing.
Hellhound nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the encounter. Haruka turned and strode towards the exit, his mind already focused on his next objective – finding the Black Cobra gang's hideout and putting an end to their criminal activities.
As he stepped out into the night, Haruka couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The bounty on his head had drawn the attention of a deadly mercenary, and he knew that the hunt was far from over. But with the information he had obtained from Hellhound, he was one step closer to uncovering the truth behind the Black Cobra gang's operations.
Haruka's steps quickened as he made his way through the shadows, his Amazon Omega armor gleaming in the moonlight. He had a mission to complete, and he was determined to see it through, no matter what obstacles stood in his way.
