A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Vol 2 Ch 88

Melissa stared at Ace, or rather, at Kamen Rider Duke. Ace? Ace is a Kamen Rider? It was impossible, yet here he stood, clad in shining armor, ready to battle.

"Melissa," Duke's voice cut through her thoughts. "Get everyone out of here. Now. Dragreder and Volcancer will protect you."

She was still trying to digest his words, the impossible reality of the situation, when Duke moved. In a burst of speed, he charged towards Momochi, the Sonic Arrow crackling with energy.

"Go, Melissa!" Duke shouted, not looking back.

The urgency in his voice snapped her out of it. She couldn’t just stand there, paralyzed by disbelief. People were in danger. "Everyone, this way!" she yelled, her voice surprisingly firm. "Please, follow me! We need to evacuate!"

Tyrant, seeing his plan threatened, barked an order. "Kurokage Troopers, eliminate them! Don't let anyone escape!"

Even more Kurokage Troopers poured into the ballroom, weapons raised. But Dragreder and Volcancer were ready. The dragon unleashed torrents of flames, incinerating anything that moved, while the armored crab slammed its massive pincers, crushing the troopers.

The guests, spurred by Melissa's leadership, scrambled towards the exits. The Pro Heroes, though stripped of their Quirks, stepped up, guiding the terrified people and keeping them out of harm’s way. They were heroes at heart, power or not.

All Might watched the young man, Kamen Rider Duke, fighting Momochi. His heart ached. A quirkless boy, risking his life to protect them all. "Damn it!" he cursed silently. He wanted to fight, to protect everyone, but his Quirk was gone, and his body was too weak.

Melissa and David rushed to his side, helping him to his feet. "All Might, we need to go," Melissa urged.

"Did you know?" All Might asked, his gaze still fixed on the battle. "Did you know Ace was Kamen Rider?"

Melissa shook her head, her eyes wide with shock. "No! I… I had no idea. We need to trust him, All Might. Let’s go."

All Might was reluctant, his heroic instincts screaming at him to stay and fight. But he knew, deep down, that he was powerless. With a heavy sigh, he allowed Melissa and David to lead him away, leaving the fate of the ballroom, and perhaps the world, in the hands of a young man who was more than he seemed.

Duke faced Tyrant. Lemon energy flared around Duke's frame, a stark contrast to the indigo scales of Tyrant’s armor. A grin stretched across Momochi's face. "So, Kamen Rider, you thought you could stop me?"

"I'm going to end this," Duke stated, his voice firm.

"Foolish child," Momochi scoffed. "Your tech is inferior. My stats are higher than yours."

The first clash sent shockwaves through the room. Duke lunged with the Sonic Arrow, aiming for Tyrant's chest, but Momochi met the blow with a gauntlet, sparks erupting as metal met metal. Duke flipped back, dodging a swipe from Tyrant's clawed hand, then unleashed a volley of lemon-charged arrows. Tyrant casually deflected them with his cape, the tattered edges fluttering in the energy.

[Energy Lemon Squash!]

Duke channels power into the Sonic Arrow. He fired a concentrated blast that struck Tyrant square on. The force pushed him back, but his armor remained intact.

Momochi chuckled, the sound echoing through his helmet. "Is that all you've got? You’ll have to do better than that."

Tyrant lunged forward, his movements too quick for the eye to follow. Duke barely had time to raise his weapon before Tyrant’s claws tore across his armor. Duke felt the impact vibrate through his body. He staggered, narrowly avoiding a follow-up strike.

Duke retaliated, unleashing a series of rapid attacks. He parried and dodged, using his agility to evade Tyrant's brute strength.

[Energy Lemon Spark]

He fired a volley, creating miniature explosions around Tyrant. He was forced to create a barrier.

"You are persistent, I will give you that," Momochi admitted, emerging from the smoke, "but persistence won't win you this fight."

…

As the guests stumbled through the corridors, Asahi guided them, his face etched with worry. They were almost to the emergency exits when a wave of Kurokage Troopers materialized, blocking their path. The Pro Heroes, still Quirkless, could only watch helplessly. Despair began to settle over the crowd.

"I can't just stand here," Asahi muttered, his fist clenching. Seeing Ace, no, Duke, take on Momochi had ignited something within him, a desperate urge to do more. He pushed past the evacuating crowd, intent on facing the Troopers.

Melissa grabbed his arm. "Asahi, no! What are you doing? Do you want to get killed?!" Her voice trembled, fear coloring her features.

Asahi turned, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'll be fine, Melissa. Because… I'm also a Kamen Rider."

He wrenched free of her grip and charged towards the troopers, already strapping on the Mach Driver Honoh. A hush fell over the remaining guests, replaced by gasps of disbelief. Even the exhausted Pro Heroes looked up, their expressions a mixture of hope and bewilderment.

"Let's Henshin!" Asahi shouted, slamming the Signal Mach Bike into the Driver.

[Signal Bike, Rider]

[Mach]

In a burst of blinding white light, Asahi was enveloped in energy. Sleek, white armor materialized piece by piece, black underlayers forming a stark contrast. A red visor snapped into place, and the Mach Driver Honoh blared its signature jingle. Asahi was gone, replaced by Kamen Rider Mach.

Melissa stared, her mind reeling. Another Rider? Right in front of her? "Asahi… is Kamen Rider Mach?!"

The students of Class 1-A were equally stunned.

"No way!" Kaminari yelled, his jaw dropping.

"Asahi-kun… a Kamen Rider?" Iida sputtered, his arms chopping the air in disbelief.

Kirishima grinned, a surge of excitement washing over him. "Talk about manly! Two Kamen Riders? This is gonna be epic!"

Bakugo, however, scoffed. "Another damn showoff." But even he couldn't hide the flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Yaoyorozu, Jiro, Todoroki, Shoji, Sero, Asui, Ashido, Hagakure, Mineta, and Tokoyami all expressed disbelief.

Even All Might and David, who had seen so much, were speechless.

Mach didn’t hesitate. He thrust his arm forward, and Dragreder and Volcancer surged to life, materializing beside him in a flash of crimson energy. Mach pointed at the Kurokage Troopers and shouted, "Alright, let's go!"

The Kurokage Troopers opened fire, but Mach dodged the blasts, weaving through the hail of bullets with impossible speed. Dragreder unleashed torrents of fire, incinerating the troopers, while Volcancer advanced, its massive pincers crushing anyone who dared to approach.

Mach drew his Zenrin Shooter and fired a barrage of energy blasts, each shot precise and deadly. Troopers were sent flying, their armor shattered. He activated the Magarl Signal Bike.

[Signal Bike! Signal Koukan! Magarl!]

The next shots curved impossibly in mid-air, homing in on their targets with unerring accuracy. More Kurokage Troopers fell, their numbers dwindling rapidly.

With a final, explosive burst of power, Mach unleashed the Kikern Kick Macher. He spun through the air, surrounded by a demonic aura, before slamming his foot into the last of the troopers. The force of the impact sent them scattering like bowling pins.

Silence descended upon the corridor. Kamen Rider Mach stood amidst the wreckage, the crimson glow of his visor piercing the gloom. He had won.

Mach looked toward the Central Tower, its towering structure a stark reminder of the danger still within. He gripped the Zenrin Shooter, preparing to head back into the fray.

"Asahi! Where are you going?" Melissa called out, her voice laced with concern. She struggled to process the revelation of his secret identity.

Mach turned, his red visor fixed on Melissa. "I have to help Ace. The guests are safe now, and I have to go back and help."

He nodded toward the corridor as Dragreder and Volcancer, already moving like guided missiles, charged toward the tower entrance.

Melissa watched him, her heart pounding. She, too, wanted to help, to contribute in some meaningful way. But what could she do? She was Quirkless. Then she remembered Ace's encouragement when they met, his words about anyone being a hero. And Ace had proven it! He was Kamen Rider!

A newfound resolve bloomed within her. If Ace could be a hero without a Quirk, so could she. Without another word, she sprinted after Asahi.

Izuku, still reeling from the recent chaos and transformations, saw Melissa heading towards the tower. He immediately gave chase. "Melissa-san! Wait!"

Class 1-A, recovered from the initial shock, also saw Izuku and Melissa rush toward the danger. Without hesitation, they followed.

"Midoriya! Shield!" Iida called out, his engines revving as he took the lead. "What are you two doing?!"

"We have to help!" Kirishima yelled, his hardening Quirk activating instinctively. "Let's go, everyone!"

All Might, who had been watching the scene unfold in disbelief, felt a surge of alarm. His students, running back into danger? He couldn't allow it.

"What are you children doing?!" he boomed, his voice raspy and strained. "This is too dangerous!"

David grabbed his arm, concern etched on his face. "Toshinori, you can't! Your body…"

All Might shook his head, his gaze fixed on his students' retreating forms. "This isn't the time to be worried about my health, David! My students… they're running back there! I have to stop them!"

Ignoring David's protests, All Might pushed past him and, despite his weakened state, began to follow his students, his face filled with determination.

…

Duke and Tyrant traded blows, their armored fists colliding with earth-shattering force. Sparks flew as Genesis Driver met Genesis Driver, a testament to the clash of ideologies as much as raw power.

"You can't win, Kamen Rider," Tyrant boomed, his voice echoing through the ravaged ballroom. "It's already too late."

Duke sidestepped a swipe of Tyrant's saber, his blue visor narrowing. "What do you mean?"

"Everything is already in motion," Tyrant sneered, his crimson eyes gleaming with malevolent glee. "Today was meant to be a test, a glorious validation of a new world."

Suddenly, the Central Tower rumbled violently, shaking the foundations of the entire structure. Dust and debris rained down as the towering building groaned under an unseen strain. Duke saw it then, the glass panel containing the Lockseeds stolen from the Pro Heroes, started to shine, with a blinding, pulsating light.

"Behold!" Tyrant roared, his voice dripping with maniacal triumph. "Watch as this pathetic world is remade anew!"

An energy erupted from the panel, bathing the tower in an otherworldly glow. Space itself seemed to buckle and twist. The very air shimmered as reality frayed at the edges.

Everything shone with an impossible brilliance, and Ace, Asahi, Melissa, Izuku, Mineta, Kaminari, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Asui, Ashido, Jiro, Hagakure, and All Might suddenly felt as if they were falling, a sensation of weightlessness and disorientation overwhelming their senses.

Outside, the Central Tower was suddenly shrouded by a wall of swirling grey energy. Vines erupted from the ground, twisting and contorting, devouring the structure in a matter of moments. The building was completely cocooned by vegetation.

Ace, Asahi, Melissa, Izuku, Mineta, Kaminari, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Asui, Ashido, Jiro, Hagakure, and All Might had vanished. Along with every other individual who was inside the Central Tower. Gone. Transported somewhere new.