R1C Catches rocket

This didn't make Shredder any more convinced that Fourze was taking him seriously. He clanged his claws against his breastplate like a muffled gong, and stepped forward to strike the Kamen Rider, stopped in mid-stride as Saxton grabbed onto his cape.

"Yeah, I don't think so, mate. Now, let's get a move on." Saxton cocked his fist back, muscles rippling with a nuclear reactor's worth of potential energy, and prepared himself to throw a missile right hook.

And then a real missile whistled towards his head.

Him, Fourze, and Shredder saw it in slow motion. A rocket the size of a soda can, crossing dozens of meters in mere seconds. Amazing how time puts on the brakes when an explosive is about to go off in your face. Saxton simply reached out and caught it in one of his meaty ham-hands, an inch away from his eyeball.