R1C throws horse

Hale finally saw him. Right in front of one of those tall, wooden pagodas. Surrounded by ninjas. Just to let everyone know that he was a badass.

Well, it wasn't just that he was surrounded. He had them lifting him up on some kind of portable throne, like a sedan chair. This man, this great warlord Tokugawa, had outfitted himself with an armor slathered head to toe in pointy extrusions. Seriously, it must've taken a very steady hand to dress himself in the morning. From atop his throne, he stared down at Hale with cruel, beady eyes. Hawklike eyes. This was a man of strength.

"What is this?" he rasped. He had a surprisingly raspy voice. "You aren't supposed to be here--I mean, Lord Tokugawa demands you cease this charge at once!"

Hale didn't comply. Instead, he threw the horse at him like a football.

Gentaro had the sense to let go. His hands found the Fourze Driver in midair ("Henshin!", he shouted), and was a Kamen Rider before he landed. With impeccable grace, he reached Tokugawa before the horse did, landing a Rider Kick right into his chest and smashed clean through the raised platform. The entire cavalry of ninjas blew aside as if Fourze was parting the Red Sea. The horse fell towards him. Fourze caught him and put him down.

"Animals are our friends, Saxton," he chided. Hale just rolled his eyes. What a worrywart!

The former Lord Tokugawa coughed as he struggled to his feet. Instantly ninja minions moved to help him up and shine the smudges out of his pauldrons.

"Of all the rotten..." He looked to Fourze, his eyes widening in recognition. "Wait a minute! You're the killer everyone's talking about on the news! And then... you're that other maniac, the foreigner!"