Veiled by the starry night, the dark silhouette meticulously worked on carving the building window, with fine-bladed knives. Feet first, the elusive intruder pushed the circular incision inward, quietly swinging himself into the incandescent-lit exhibit. He untied the noose on his waist, and tossed the rope harness out via the makeshift hole, giving the signal to the crew to reel in the line. There it was, lonesomely sitting inside a transparent cube, right in the middle of the artifact displays from Pre-Imperial Japan-- "The Blue Sword of the King." Aquador, the slayer of thousands and defender of the throne, shimmered magnanimously under the tutelage of a luminous chandelier above.
Fukamachi attentively rested his hand on the glass, perceiving the legendary sword as a long-lost-- but never forgotten-- kin. Decades ago, Aquarian rebels stoled Aquador from the water planet, Aquarii; his mother's homeworld. The Bioboosted Armor, Guyver, and Rain Caerulea managed to hunt and subdue the rogue traitors; however, they were unable to retrieve the confiscated sword. Inadvertently, the artifact was discovered by humans, only to be sold to the Narita museum eventually. Anger overtook the black-haired voyager, lamenting the thought of Aquador having been submitted to be glimpsed upon by uncivilized eyes, collecting dust behind a crude glass cage. Suffering from a heart-felt tantrum, the Captain of The Judgement jabbed his fist against the vulnerable containment and drew the weapon to himself amidst the broken shards of glass. He carelessly heeded the consequences of having been compromised. In fact, the fearless leader wanted all of humanity to know of his visit that fateful night; as an important lesson and a cautionary tale to civilians everywhere, to be wary of hoarding things that do not belong to them.
It is said: when Aquador feels that his master's life is in mortal danger, it will brightly shine blue, as to warn him of the dangers. Rio gently cradled the sword, beginning to wrap it in a white cloth, covering the blue glow the blade gave off. The sound of footsteps neared the occupied thief. I would very much enjoy testing the notion. "Halt!" ordered the black suit, attempting to blindsidingly tackle the human hybrid from the hind-side. Still holding the concealed Aquador on one hand, Lawless One swiftly crouched down to evade the surprise and used the other free hand-- placing his fingers below the guard's chest-- to pivot the direction of course Rio's attacker took when he dove at him. The baffled museum watch-keeper smashed a collection of monumental vases during his mid-air flight across the exhibit, promptly descending to the ashy floor; large pillars that held the vases up toppled over and buried him underneath the fractured marble columns.
"Agh!" the raven-eyed outlaw cried, feeling the effects of electrical currents seizing the nervous system, compelling him to drop to his trembling knees. Two, extending wires protruded from the immobilized pirate's rear upper torso, connecting to the stun gun of a second security guard. Foamy saliva dripped from Fukamachi's lips, onto his blue coat, as he continued to be shocked by heavy voltage. Muscle spasms grew excruciatingly painful. Endeavoring to possess what meager strength his energy-sapped body could muster, the Sky Pirate weakly waved his frail hand at a tiger-shaped water fountain, convenienty installed adjacent to the interior walls of the Treasures of the Dragon Palace. The man-made faucet exploded apart. Jets of water miraculously remained suspended over the humid atmosphere, defying the laws of gravity. A soft smirk emerged on the water-bender's anguished, but confident visage, as he mentally sent the snake-like construct at the watch-keeper's neck; while removing the bloody hooks on his back. The man gagged, struggling to release himself from the constriction and stay awake; in spite of this, he collapsed on the ground unconscious, with sufficient lifeforce to be resuscitated.
"Enough," whispered Rio, acquiring enough stamina to stand and proceed towards the cavity on the window, from whence he came. The coiling bondage that had incapacitated the previous security guard melted to a puddle beside the unresponsive individual. On the floor, the liquid hydrokinetically amalgamated, forming a crystallized spear. It levitated into the palm of the manipulator. He nonchalantly threw it aside, aiming the projectile at a sneaky straggler, impaling the security officer's shoulder and pinning him to the entrance door.