The punk made his way through the alley, knowing all too well that at close to the end of the back alley, he'd find a door to the left and that would allow him to get to the Kaisers' hideout. With a big grin on his lips, he kept walking, his Stand 「Courtesy Call」 floated next to him, halfheartedly imitating its owner's movement. The baseball, which he did not use against the homeless guy, was resting on his right shoulder, timidly tapping against his right hand.

Before he could take the second to last turn, he heard footsteps behind him. For a moment he thought like he missed something, like he did not beat up the guy properly, but then he looked at 「Courtesy Call」 and shook his head. Nevertheless, he heard the footsteps, and some more coming from the way he was heading.

[i]Damn, the Kaisers heard this.[/i]

Kicking off the lid from a trash can, he made his Stand throw up some of the trash inside of it. With a smile, he observed the trash in the air before he made 「Courtesy Call」 punch most of it. The paper trash it hit were recolored in a green shade and some cans and plastic packages were recolored red. Then with a swing of his bat, the punk tossed the trash into the direction of the Kaisers' hideout to keep whoever would show up from engaging too soon. Of course, a little fire would not last too long as a hindrance. Enough to get the person that is following the punk to piss off.

As he walked back the way he came to face his stalker, the trash that he spread into the alley was reacting. The green trash began to grow, as if tiny pieces of the original were growing unto the main part, almost as if a tumorous mutation was occurring, while the red trash looked like it started to melt. Some pieces were close together and the red pieces seemed to be hot enough to ignite the green paper pieces, quickly making patches of fire. It would not develop into a complete fire wall, but it would take some courage to dash through there, or at least some time to extinguish every piece.