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Chapter 13: Buddies

You gasped as you looked up towards the French stand user. Silver Chariot had blown apart. Pieces of it went flying in every direction.

"Oi! How did he fly into the air unconscious?" Kakyoin pointed to him. He was correct. The man had launched into the air while he was unconscious.

"Oh hell..." You trailed off.

"Bravo! Oh, bravo!" Polnareff clapped and mocked you while hanging in the air. How the hell is he doing that? Isn't his stand destroyed?

"He's completely unharmed!" You said. There aren't any burns at all!"

"How is he floating in mid-air?" Jotaro asked.

Polnareff chuckled.

"Look closely with your stand's eye!"

You used White Angel's eyes to see the stand holding the Frenchman up. Why couldn't you see him before?

He flipped off of his stand, landing perfectly on his feet.

"Behold, my stand, Silver Chariot! Armor-free!"

Avdol gasped.

"I suppose it wouldn't be very chivalrous to take you all down and not explain my ability. Would you be kind enough to indulge me?"

"Hmm. Very well."

He smiled.

"My stand, Silver Chariot, has protective armor that it can shed its armor at will. You only burned the armor, which is how I got away with minor injuries. Now that the armor is off, I'm as light as a feather."

"I see. The weight of your armor made you vulnerable to my Crossfire Hurricane." Avdol quickly took a defensive position. "But, of course, you must know now that you're naked and without protection. The next hit will cost you your life!"

Polnareff dropped his smug smirk. He glared at Avdol with surprising intensity.

"Oui. Perhaps." He crossed his arms. "Though I'd venture to say that's highly unlikely."

Silver Chariot split suddenly. There were seven stands within this one man!

"Can't a stand user only have one stand?" You cried.

"Impossible!" Kakyoin voice piped up from beside you. "You can only have one!"

Avdol's breath hitched. Could all he had studied have been wrong?

"It seems you're sufficiently befuddled." Polnareff chuckled. You felt hate bubble up in you. Then you noticed something. Why were the stands flickering? It looked as if...

"Kakyoin!" You yanked on the shoulder of his uniform, pulling him down to your height. He grunted at the force and suddenness of it. You were surprisingly strong for a girl your size.

"Ah! What, Y/n?" He asked, a little shocked at how easily you pulled him.

"Those aren't his stands! They're after images of his stand. It's moving so fast that our brain can't comprehend it fast enough. It's actually just moving side-to-side. See the flicker?" You said into his ear.

"Damn, you're right." He whispered.

"Avdol! They're afterimages!" You cried.

The Frenchman glared at you.

"Ma'am, if I was going to ask for help, it definitely wouldn't be from you." He remarked.

"What? Oh, you son of a bi-" Before you could march forward, Kakyoin grabbed your waist and clamped a hand over your mouth.

"Let's cool down a little bit. Avdol's got it covered." He said as he pulled you behind him.

You grunted and rolled your eyes.