R3 brawls with Kamen Rider Franky

"Huh?" Franky looked at the demon, then Hale, then Fourze, and the demon again, and... "Huh? Huh? Is that Hale?!"

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, grotesquely proportioned man, are you going to pitch in and fight this thing with us or not?"

Franky gawked at him. "Wha--I--I'm not gonna follow your orders just because you're barking 'em at me, shrimp!"

"Who are you calling a shrimp, shrimp?!"

"I'm calling you a shrimp, jabroni!"

"That does it! You wanna go, or what?!"

The two of them flailed towards each other, punches and headbutts hammering each other's steel-hard bodies. Fourze, on the other hand, was stuck with the dual-wielding devil. Well, alright, Fourze had a sword, and the demon had a sword, so let's have a test of swordplay. Fourze had one immediate, apparent advantage: he could hit the devil without ever touching him.

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Hale was doing a bit better on his side. Of course he was, he was Hale, he was built for violence. Him and Franky traded blows so rapidly you couldn't see the fists they were beating each other with, yelling and spitting and howling like angry cats.

"Ultimate... HAMMER!"

Franky brought his fist down straight on Saxton's head like a dive-bombing jet liner. Hale only looked dazed for a moment, before grabbing a fistful of Franky's hair and smashing their skulls together.

"Is that all?" he taunted. "Weak, weak! They're all weak! Give me something I've never seen before!"