Damn It

"What?!" Killian was now panicking, unable to comprehend what was happening.

In his view, countless metal hoppers surrounded Tony Stark. They formed shields, transformed into hoppers, and flew around him, creating an impenetrable shield. The lava attacks failed even to touch Tony.

Killian was furious. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why won't you just die?!"

Realizing that long-range attacks were useless against Tony, Killian engaged in close combat. He charged at Tony at high speed, leaping up and throwing a punch, only to vanish right before impact.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Killian reappeared behind Tony, his punch landing on the metal hopper shield. Frustrated, Killian continued to pummel the shield, his fists heating up like volcanic lava.

One of these punches would have left a massive hole for an average person. Killian threw dozens of punches quickly, all to no avail.

The metal hoppers shifted from defense to offense. They gathered around Tony and then launched sharp stabs at Killian. He barely dodged, with the blades slicing past his cheek and chest. The consequences would have been dire if he had been a second slower.

Tony finally made his move. He grabbed Killian by the neck, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. Killian struggled but felt like a helpless child in Tony's grasp.

"Damn you, Tony Stark! Let me go!" Killian roared, but Tony's grip only tightened. The metal hoppers swarmed Killian, each one like a sharp blade.

"Stab, stab, stab..." The hoppers relentlessly attacked Killian, causing immense pain.

Killian's body heated up again, hoping to hit Tony with a close-range attack. But, anticipating this, Tony released his grip, sending the hoppers to attack Killian instead.

"Boom!"

Killian was flung several meters away, tumbling across the ground before he managed to stabilize himself. Gasping for breath, he glared at Tony with burning rage.

"Why don't you just give up? You can't win against me," Tony said, still not remembering Killian's name. This infuriated Killian even more.

"Damn you, Tony Stark! I'll make you pay!"

Killian's temperature rose, and the building around him started to melt. Realizing the danger to those below, Tony decided it was time to end this. He summoned the metal hoppers, forming a massive spear aimed at Killian.

In an instant, the spear shot toward Killian. He tried to grab it, but it extended more blades, stabbing into his chest.

Killian fell, the magma Memory separating from his body, glowing red with instability. Tony leaped, delivering a powerful kick that sent the Memory high.

"Boom!"

The Memory exploded, flames engulfing the area. Tony shielded Killian, protecting him from the blast. As the fire dissipated, Tony looked around. The explosion had blown a hole through the top floor, leaving behind burning debris.

In the mid-levels of the AIM building, Kamen Rider W and Kamen Rider Accel were fighting their way up. Behind them were piles of defeated Dopants.

Suddenly, Kamen Rider W stopped. "Do you sense something approaching?"

Accel halted, looking around. A middle-aged man in a suit clapped his hands, stepping into view.

"Bravo, Kamen Rider W and Kamen Rider Accel. You've made it this far, but your journey ends here."

He produced a Gaia Memory and pressed it.

"OLD!"

He inserted it into his waist, transforming into an Old Dopant with one side dark red and the other black. His head was an odd, jagged shape.

Rand and Frank exchanged cautious glances. The Old Dopant slammed his hand on the ground, black liquid spreading toward Kamen Rider W.

"Watch out!" Frank pushed Rand aside, the black liquid engulfing him instead.

"Frank!" Rand shouted, but Accel collapsed, reverting to his human form. Frank's hair turned white, his face wrinkled with age.

"This guy can age people! One hit and you're done!" Rand realized.

The Old Dopant laughed. "Impressive, you figured it out. Now, time to finish you off."

He charged at Kamen Rider W, who blocked his punch. The force knocked back both.

Regaining his balance, Rand prepared to attack, but the Old Dopant slammed the ground again, sending black liquid at them.

Rand hesitated, worried for Frank behind him. If he dodged, Frank would be hit again and might not survive.

"Damn it," Rand muttered, standing his ground to protect Frank.