Mythica stood and watched as the mob of bikers roared around him, creating an almost circle. The stench of stale beer and gunpowder was strong. Mythica looked around. Sawn off shotguns. How...very dull. Mythica had expected more from The Chairman. The briefcase swapped hands and a few of them laughed at the masked man in the suit that stood. A gaze from the featureless black mask and small tug on the feeling of fear they had of ones like him with the help of The Mermaid did wonders to silence the obnoxious sounds. The rest of the cavalcade of obvious black SUVs filed in and out stepped a man flanked by goons. Mythica simply continued smoking. Long fingers clasping the cigarette to his lips as The Chairman spoke. Such pomposity was in how this man conducted himself. He wasn't Mythica's first choice...but he was certainly the best with his money. Mythica nodded after the small speech and shook the briefcase he held in his hand "Indeed" he flicked the cigarette and crushed it out underfoot "but the money...."

A loud, obnoxious voice interrupted the deal. A man, masked in dark blue and yellow armor lept out. Mythica sighed and placed the briefcase down "Blitz Rider huh?..." Mythica looked at The Chairman "let's make this a demonstration" Mythica rotated his wrist and clenched his fist. The Dragon ring ignited in a bright red glow. Mythica's fists engulfed in flames, he started to walk towards the masked rider "I've met more of those like you...Kamen Rider no?" He laughed a little before bringing his flaming fists together, a gout of bright red flame leaping from his hands and flying towards the hero.