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You hold back, waiting to see what your twisted copycat can do. If he foolishly tries some of your more complicated techniques, you'll show him the difference between studying a style, and simply watching.
The Other aggressively shuffles towards you, it's hard to judge where his gaze is, so you rely on body language and movement. Coming in at great speed, he fires a quicky jab at you. You try to dodge it, but instead you're hit by his other arm. Carrying the momentum of the attack with him, he steps in closer, hitting you with a blindingly fast series of punches. You rely on your compound visor to track his movements, blocking as many blows as possible. Even with your best effort, several blows slip through your guard, connecting with your chest, causing you to stagger backward. Backflipping away to get some distance, you spin around, just in time to duck under a flying kick. The Other's attack has placed him square in your new path, if you were trying to run, he'd just blocked your way. Regardless, you're now in range again. The Other has complete control over this fight so far.
But something feels off. The fluidity of his strikes, the precision in his footwork, it all resonates with you. They say Martial Artists all develop their own style, even if they come from the same school. There's also a keen sense of studiousness, he absolutely knows when to stick with by-the-book techniques, and when to mix it up. Suddenly it dawns on you, while these are your moves, they're also not. It dawns on you that this isn't someone who merely studied Kamen Rider's "style"; this is a fellow student from your martial school, someone who trained under the same master.
Aside from the Master and Grandmaster, there aren't many that would give you this much trouble. Your breathing starts to become heavier, and you're having trouble focusing again. Something about this is still bothering you but you can't quite remember. Yet, you press on, determined to unravel the mystery of your opponent's identity. Amidst the onslaught, you summon the strength to shout out, "You! Did we go to the same school? Did you study under Master Hoshi?"
Instead of answering, the Other's offensive barrage intensifies, this time employing a combination of sweeps and kicks to control your lower body, then tries to finish you with an uppercut. In a split second, you seize an opportunity, delivering a swift jab to his stomach. The impact reverberates, accompanied by a resounding bang as you slam your fist into his armor. While he was a fake Rider, his armor was certainly real, you had to give him that much. Using the space you've bought, you shift your weight onto your hand, executing a powerful backflip that narrowly evades his low sweep.
