"Now…to show you the fruits of my labor…all my training and tinkering with this….HYPER CAST OFF!”  He’d grab the horn and pivot it down. 'HYPER CAST OFF!'  Sparks of energy flew from the Hyper Zecter, striking parts of his armor as it changed, forming new parts over existing parts, until the transformation was complete.

"Your tricks aren’t going to help you, Rider!" Kyofu barked into the space where Coleos once resided. The Dark Rider waved a hand over his belt, activating the Module within, adorning his legs with crimson trimmings. 

"Clock Up."

CLOCK UP.

Kyofu whizzed by Fuu and Shori, knocking them down, then found himself a perch where he could observe his surroundings.

"Come out, Coleos. Nothing left now but to fight me! This is my final battle! Your final chance to prove to me that my being a Dark Rider is a wrongdoing! So where are you now!"

The Dark Rider slashed at the wind Rider with his sickle, twirling as he slashed, aiming for Coleos with his large sword.

The Nightmare…was all he was. His contract torn from him, he was no longer an Imagin, nor was he a paradox. He had wrought havoc, and now was close to being nothing more than a memory. He had lain in wait for the right time to finally strike. The Riders’ guards were down.

"I am Kyofu…I am terror. If nothing else, these ‘heroes’ will remember the fear they felt in this battle. The fear of death."

"HENSHIN!"

A storm started to brew as the Dark Rider strode forward into the city for what he knew would be the last time. Even if he was victorious, his body was unstable.

"I suppose the best way to start would be to introduce myself. My name is Shori. And I also apologize for this mess. My condolences." He rests his weight on the walking stick. “That said, you want the long version or the short version?"

"Good, good. That’ll make this easier on me." Shori rests his walking stick on his shoulder. “What if I told you that he has just been weakened?"

"Good, good. That’ll make this easier on me." Shori rests his walking stick on his shoulder. “What if I told you that he has just been weakened?"

"Good, good. That’ll make this easier on me." Shori rests his walking stick on his shoulder. “What if I told you that he has just been weakened?"

"Wha-what have you done?!" Thundered the Imagin.

He looked around as the sand constructs he had conjured crumbled to dust; the tendrils blew away in the wind, the corpses became piles of normal sand, and the fake Riders vanished like they were never there.

"What made you think that, huh?" He was fighting to get out of Kyofyu’s grip, but it was no use. “It’s not like you would have had a better chance!" Anything would work right now. He was thrashing in the dark Rider’s grip, kicking, trying to pry the hands off of his throat- nothing worked.

"Stop it!" 

It was a rare instance, but the other half stopped struggling. Although he was still trying to pry the hands off his throat, that was because he needed to breathe; the Imagin-turned-Rider had a strong grip.

"I said stop! You’re…you’re wasting effort!" 

Somewhat hesitantly, he stopped struggling. Both were still.

"Don’t you realize…..I can’t….I can’t fight him either!" No one was in control at the moment- the body was motionless now, despite still being alive. In his sub-conscious, that familiar, ashen faced, twisted copy was staring him in the face. “Then what’s your plan? Pleading for mercy won’t work." He sighs. “You started this!"

“We started this, if I remember your ramblings correctly." Another sigh. “I know but…." Where was he going with this? "….listen…..we’re both imperfect, aren’t we? I can barely interact with people, and I’m still learning things about being….me, I guess…..you….you’re violent, unpredictable….." 

The Dark Rider’s hands coursed with amethyst energy.

"You are nothing but a coward, boy. And your other half is nothing but a savage. I’m thankful for my creation…but I’ll be happy to be rid of you."

"Ah. I see where you're going with this. So..."

The motionless body starts to move again, and he looks up to see the charged fist. It wasn't the best way to wake back up from an internal conference, but that didn't matter. "...my point is...even if I falter, I'm human." Despite the fact that he was staring death in the face, for once, he didn't feel afraid. "Fear is an emotion, and emotions can be controlled. So as long as I keep pushing, I still want to live...and that's what makes me human!"

Briefly, his demeanor changes, irises darkening again. "Heh....even if I dislike this boy...this town is my turf. In the end, it will be me who will destroy it! Listen you bastard...people may be afraid, but they're stubborn as hell! Even if they get pushed down, they're going to get right back up."

Again, it switches, this time back to normal. "I've accepted this.....we have flaws! But my strengths overshadow them!" The chunk of amethyst in his necklace glows, blasting the dark Rider away and releasing him from his grasp. Rubbing his throat a bit, he picks up his walking stick. "Oi....I'm pretty sure we're not done!" He nods. "I know...." A transparent copy of himself appears beside him, before merging with him, releasing a bright light.

"But if you still think this is the way to go…then let’s fight, boy.”

Kyofu grabbed the staff and flung it aside. “You, other, are nothing more than an arrogant nothing. And the boy is too afraid to do anything! You couldn’t protect anyone. Your contradictions brought me into existence, and your clashing personalities will sustain me into the future!"

The Dark Rider punched the boy into a wall and then caught him by the throat.

"What made you think that, huh?" He was fighting to get out of Kyofyu's grip, but it was no use. "It's not like you would have had a better chance!" Anything would work right now. He was thrashing in the dark Rider's grip, kicking, trying to pry the hands off of his throat- nothing worked.

"Stop it!" 

It was a rare instance, but the other half stopped struggling. Although he was still trying to pry the hands off his throat, that was because he needed to breathe; the Imagin-turned-Rider had a strong grip.

"I said stop! You're...you're wasting effort!" 

Somewhat hesitantly, he stopped struggling. Both were still.

"Don't you realize.....I can't....I can't fight him either!" No one was in control at the moment- the body was motionless now, despite still being alive. In his sub-conscious, that familiar, ashen faced, twisted copy was staring him in the face. "Then what's your plan? Pleading for mercy won't work." He sighs. "You started this!"

"We started this, if I remember your ramblings correctly." Another sigh. "I know but...." Where was he going with this? "....listen.....we're both imperfect, aren't we? I can barely interact with people, and I'm still learning things about being....me, I guess.....you....you're violent, unpredictable....." 

"But if you still think this is the way to go…then let’s fight, boy.”