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From within the protective dome Runch could hear multiple explosions going off outside. They rivaled, or even outmatched what he could produce with his Hellberry recipe. At least as much as he'd ever tried to create. His bombs could be made much larger, but without a reliable method to shoot them out, it'd be suicidal. Bah, got to focus on reading. Same last name, so they're related. Stands? Were these two from the same world as Motley Crue? That didn't sound right. But then were stands something that anybody from any universe could manifest? That also didn't seem right. Better to figure that out later.The journal didn't detail any abilities beyond the stands, so these College representatives didn't seem to be trained in any form of fighting. They had to be inexperienced. So why send two totally inexperienced non-combatants to kill two very powerful men judged purely for their destructive capabilities?

[i]Because that's all they have,[/i] Runch thought to himself in the voice of his navigator Hachirou. No, that definitely wasn't right. They still had plenty of artifacts left over they hadn't given away to tournament participants. Surely some of their number had to be proficient in using them for combat! It had to be something else, so what was it? Two complete non-fighters showed up, no backup, no College artifacts, when he knew they had to have the resources to do better.... Gah! He was so close to being on to something, but another explosion rocked his senses. [color=turquoise]"Right,"[/color] the cap'n began, pocketing the journal once he was certain Erina had read everything over his shoulder. [color=turquoise]"Time to get involved! Omnomnomnom!"[/color]

With a powerful jab of his blade, K. Runch scooped out a hole from the protective dome and called out to Motley, [color=turquoise]"Mr. Crue! I do not know how much you've surmised yet, but the lass creates missiles from her body! The larger, the more destructive and the faster it goes! Smaller ones can have their guidance overwritten by her will! Focus entirely on her, and I will take the lad! His shadow people are entirely defensive in nature and specialize in neutralizing stand attacks and bad events! Under no circumstances is anybody allowed to ask for help, or the army gets bigger!"[/color] By the time he'd finished calling out his instructions, Bartholomew K. Runch had dug himself out of his protective barrier and was ready to join the fray. He turned his head toward Erina and, with a smile, told her, [color=turquoise]"Do whatever you can, but leave the heavy lifting to us! Omnomnomnom!"[/color]

With that, the pirate rushed forward toward the twins as quick as his legs could carry him, [color=turquoise]"Bori bori jet-raft!"[/color] he called out, generating a large flat piece of buoyant cereal on the water. Soon as he landed on it, the raft began moving forward at about 20 mph, propelled by the constant fast stream of cereal pushing out from the back of the captain's feet into the water itself. The wind on his face as he once more traveled across the water, the way he was [i]meant[/i] to be, it invigorated him. He didn't ask for the pirate life, but now he had found he'd give it up for nothing. Yes, now he was in his element, and these kids, he'd have to set them straight on a few things. Taking out his pistol as he neared, Runch took aim for the ground between the twins and fired. [color=turquoise]"Pistol Shot: Honeytrap Ammunition!"[/color] As long as the cereal-bullet hit reasonably near where he aimed, it should explode into goopy, sticky honey that restricts and traps movement. It didn't have the same splash as a Hellberry shot, nor the destructive capability, but the Cereal Killer was anything but.