[Sentai]

Ichigo rushed down the emptied streets. Past Arcades and Convenience Stores, past the faces of people pressed to the glass watching him rush through another rained soaked night. And he was laughing. Laughing as the Kamen Rider swung and he easily slid beneath, catching the Rider beneath the knee to send him toppling off balance. Expertly righting himself, Ichigo just chuckled and clicked his belt tight around his waist. Absently tapping that NanoDriver against his thigh with another smirk on his lips. “You were supposed to be good, Butcher.. better than Suicide anyway. Want to see what he gave me?”
Across him Butcher slowly stood. The lights and rain were making his black suit glisten and gleam, trimmed with brilliant blues. Even along the black butcher’s smock adorning his chest and down to his knees. And that red eyed helmet angled so angrily. Reaching behind him, he brandished another pair of swords from the many strapped to his back and growled..
Ichigo just clicked that Driver into place and popped free the White Orb of his Base State, and replaced it with something new.. The Suicide Red Orb! “Henshin.”
Gripping both halves of the Driver he slammed them back together hard enough to crush the orb, and release the Nanites inside! Henshin Approved... Suicide Unlocked! Liquid Nanites rushed forth like a great wave, one Ichigo happily rushed through with his arms spread wide. Forming along his body, creating a suit of pure black. As he pushed himself forward, his forearms and lower legs caught fire! Burning away to reveal thick gauntlets and equally thick boots of deep crimson trimmed in black, matching the full-length sleeveless trench coat flowing off behind him. And as he brought his hand back, rearing for a great punch, the helmet locked itself into place. Angled into a point like a great vulture, with sharpened pieces rising like feathers along his skull with two brilliant crimson compound eyes.
"SUICIDE CANNON!" "BUTCHER'S GORE!" Butcher roared and brought down the thickest of his blades, near six foot long and three thick along the broadside, glinting a horrible blade against the rain. But Suicide Nano was ready.. Panels in his gauntlet opened, thrusters propelling his hand forward at a near supersonic speed! The enflamed right hand of Suicide, the burning purple blade of Butcher, brought together with such force the surrounding area was engulfed in their struggle. Glass shattered, buildings rocked, innocent people inside the storefronts watching all ran for cover or were knocked through their buildings like helpless ragdolls!
The smoke cleared thanks to the police chopper circling overhead, shining the spotlight down on the pair. Both still standing among the carnage they created. “Think you can do that again, Butcher? I don’t know.. Looks like I cracked your sword.” Butcher’s sword was cracked, but so was Suicide’s gauntlet. The difference being he could feel the Nanites already beginning to strengthen and repair the damage done. Butcher, being a Raw Rider, didn’t have that option. “Nothing to say? Fine... LAST BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE!"
Legs spread, arms risen high above his head... Nano threw his arms down and screamed his power as it rushed through him. Erupting his entire body in the intensity of crimson flames, giving him access to every byte of power surging through his suit. The instant the scream stopped the movement began. Sweeping his right foot behind him his armor began changing itself to his will. The armor of his forearms and his left foot all joined his right boot. Making it thicker, taller, until the entire leg was protected from the intense flames.
Butcher just snarled. Pulling free his biggest blade once again.. He was not impressed. "BUTCHER'S GORE." Gripping the blade tight with both hands it erupted in purple flame and was brought to the ready.. But Nano was gone! Already so far high above Butcher, thrusting his foot down to begin that intensely powerful kick. As he gained speed the flames became more and more intense. The closer he came the more Butcher pulled back his blade for the attack. And when close enough he swung the blade wide, catching the bottom of that Rider Kick!
Another explosion rocked through the square, toppling whatever poor structures were closest from the sheer ferocity of it. Engulfing both fighters.. It took seven minutes for the smoke to clear. Butcher laid dead, his Nano-Sphere laying on the ground just waiting to be claimed. But across the street, crumpled into several cars pushed into one another, laid Nanotech. The scar from the Butcher’s Gore burning purple across from his chest until his suit simply disappeared all together leaving the injured Ichigo exposed there on the street. But it did not end there.
Standing on the pile of cars making Nanotech’s bed was someone new. Cuffed ankle-boots led into naked legs until they reached her one piece bikini-styled suit, black with long sleeves disappearing beneath cuffed gloves, with thick armored knuckles. Now though they were tucked into the pockets of her suits opened jacket. Crimson, silver-trimmed, with an equally silver anime Skull between her shoulder blades. And this new Ride effortlessly kicked the motionless Ichigo, sending him flying off into the one of the destroyed store fronts like some discarded toy. Before she innocently just stepped off the car pile. This girl of sixteen was the second of the Raw Riders, this girl with the featureless helmet and long blonde hair flowing out the back down to her waist. Was Kamen Rider Ruin..
Canting her head, the girl turned. Watching as Mai stepped from that Limousine beneath the umbrella held by her personal driver. But it wasn’t the clipboard she was holding this time, it was another Driver.. Shaped like a perfect circle, with recesses for three orbs to fit so perfectly into. Colored purple and black. “Doctor Mai..” Ruin’s voice came through as a hoarse whisper thanks to her helmet. Mai though only smiled, that soft sympathetic smile that you gave hurt children to try and reassure them it’d be fine come morning. “Hello Maki. I'm here to take you home. .. Henshin."