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Incisor isn't the first machine lifeform you've fought, it is however, the first to make you livid in recent times. Clenching your fists, you are determined to dismantle it, piece by piece. Luckily, you have a strategy to accompany your fierce determination. The two of you stand poised for a moment, before swiftly circling each other, tearing through the desks or decorations in your way. All distractions leave your mind, you find yourself hyper-focused, your senses are near perfectly tuned.
Incisor comes for you, vaulting over a shattered chair, launching a rapid onslaught of lightning-fast strikes. Its blades weave a pattern in the air that you deftly dodge. You've been on the receiving end of enough of its slashes to know just how razor-sharp they are, any more and it'd get through your armor, so you don't allow that. You duck, roll, or evade each slash, with only one coming close enough to graze the side of your helmet.
"How does it feel, Kamen Rider? To know that everyone you've ever known is dead! They perished while placing their hopes in you!"
"They didn't die in vain!"
"Is that what your brother would say?"
Thinking you sensed an opening, you attempt a counterattack, instead you were lured into a feint. A counter slash nearly sheers a layer off your breastplate. Sparks fly off your chest as metal grinds against metal. Underneath your helmet you bite your lip in frustration. You need to get rid of that blade. Going back on the defense again, you let it attack again and again, trying to fish for an opening. Incisor's thin frame gave it immense dexterity and a certain kind of grace, despite missing most of an arm. Some of your counter moves look like they might nail it, only for Incisor to suddenly bend backwards or at an odd angle, causing you to miss. He tries to go for your belt once, he gets close, only for you to parry it away with the back of your hand.
"If you had fought with such determination back then, maybe you could have saved everyone." Incisor said, taunting you again.
"You're running out of tricks, Incisor!"
"Hongo's daughter never made it to old age, did you know that?"
You grind your teeth, trying to keep yourself focused. Incisor must be running out of tricks if he's trying tits again. You refuse to let it open up your defense, however, your reaction is slowed slightly as your mind wanders. Your thoughts think back to your research session, as well as the data log you kept, searching for the truth in its words. As a result, its next attack catches you off guard.
Incisor looks as if he'll use its arms again, so you ready to counter strike, only for its knee to come lunging at you. One, two, and then a blade launches out of the second strike, clipping you in the shoulder. A slick substance tracks Incisor's weapon as he returns to a neutral stance.
