[color=black][h2][b]Really?[/b][/h2][/color]
Really, that was her plan? Try and distract him with two conflicting sets of missiles? At least that taught him a bit about her Stand - the rockets it fired could alter their path in flight - and whether or not she knew aught about his own ability was up to question.

Even still, it was barely worth justifying any extra effort; the slight sting of some blood vessels and a fingernail being destroyed by an explosion, not to mention Heavy Fuel burning up a little before he demanifested it just enough to cut off the burning section of Stand, was almost more pressing, but even then, both blood vessels and fingernails were already beginning to recuperate as they drew back to him. Her rockets were no threat to him - though Runch and Erina were another matter entirely, lacking in defensive options against Stand attacks as they were.

One hand moved up to follow the path of the initial sextuplet of missiles, continuing to generate the gaseous field of his Stand to detonate them as they drew closer; the other, repeating his earlier maneuver, had him firing off four of his fingernails as harpoons, the blood vessels trailing between them and his fingers proper, trailing Heavy Fuel itself with them, to target the newer group of four which headed in his direction - and if those missiles twirled out of the way, why, wasn’t it convenient for him that he had nearly perfect control over his body, could twitch his fingers especially hard and turn those harpoons into a sort of twisting cat-o-nine-tails, sending his Nega-Ripple into the missiles the moment it made contact with them? And he felt that was somewhat unlikely to fail, though he’d certainly try to react appropriately if any missiles made it past his defenses.

He had the sneaking suspicion that these two had only recently acquired their Stand abilities. One was failing to attack at all, and the other’s attacks were, whilst stronger than he may have first assumed, not exactly difficult to predict. He reminded himself that at any moment, they could both display some new property he wasn’t aware of, but nonetheless remained confident that he could succeed… if he could close the gap.

It was about now that Runch, digging out of his defensive cereal dome, confirmed his suspicions: they had no other tricks up their sleeve for now, though the girl’s missiles scaled between guidance and strength depending on their size, whilst the man’s own abilities prevented Motley from causing him any harm. But, if Runch had it right, the girl was exempt from that… if he was wrong, of course, it could mean there was literally nothing Motley could do to either of them, but that didn’t mean stopping them from harming Runch or Erina was off the table either. Besides, he’d seen into that booklet of his. It was pretty reliable.

[color=black]'I never intended to ask for help from either of you,'[/color] the vampire clarified dryly. [color=black]'Of our trio, I am by far the most well-equipped to engage this duo.'[/color] Of course, almost before he’d finished speaking, Runch had gone and rushed off ahead, creating a boat of cereal for himself to ride in. Rolling his eyes, and considering that being left behind by a fighter with better ranged attacks than himself would be beyond untenable, Motley began to run in the appropriate direction, Heavy Fuel layering itself under his feet, keeping him suspended above the water as he charged across it.

But as for range… really, what [i]was[/i] inhibiting his ranged capabilities? He could already fire his fingernails out by super-pressurising the blood behind them. Would it be so different if he did the same thing with, say… the fluid in his eyes, or the acid in his stomach? Yes, he could visualise that already… and by simply focusing, he could feel that pressure building up within his eyeballs accordingly. He wondered how he might produce a suitable blast from his stomach, though… had the Cereal Killer said something about the man’s Stand negating Stand attacks? Well, he hardly needed his Stand to empower his eye beams, judging by how strong his harpoons could be already.

Erina, meanwhile, had already assumed Bend’s guise, and at the words of the Cereal Killer simply nodded and drew her sword. Stalking off in a different direction to Motley and Runch’s direct charge, behind a row of buildings, she made a show of glancing round at the shadowy figures as they stood in place. Was their attention focused on Motley entirely, or could they still see Erina as she moved off? Not that it mattered - she’d make her way to the two who had threatened her, had threatened both Motley and Runch, and she’d kill them before they remembered she was there to begin with. It was really that simple… though it might take a bit of time to get in position, given that she didn’t quite have Runch and Motley’s speed to work with.

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