R4 crater width

Lancelot edged the rim of the crater with the front wheel. It wasn't huge, certainly wasn't bigger than the craters Fourze had seen back on the moon. The scene felt more like he was in a motorcycle cage. Some kind of circus act, a hapless volunteer in the middle of a ring with the stuntman about to bear down on him. But it wasn't anything more serious than what he'd already dealt with before. Fighting the Zodiarts, battling another Kamen Rider, or a ten-foot-tall monster. This was something he could handle.

So why was he so nervous?

The black knight gunned the engine, and barreled down the side of the crater straight towards Fourze.

Fourze had been inside a building when Chuuya Nakahara brought the whole thing down. And he'd fought a guy that tried to hit Yokohama with a sun. A freaking sun. For all he knew, this guy was going to be just as strong. Or stronger. And there was no way to know which was which until he started fighting.

But, if he was too strong, then what was he supposed to do? Not fight? That wasn't something he could give up. Being a Kamen Rider wasn't something you threw aside if it got too hard.

Lancelot was 40 feet away.

C'mon. Come on.

30 feet.

Closer. C'mon, closer.

20 feet.

Now!

Lancelot drove the distance in a fraction of a moment, and by the time he hit the 10 foot mark his sword and arm were already long enough to split Fourze in two where he stood. That was when he had to act.