[color=black][h2][b]A Plan to Kill Everyone He Meets[/b][/h2][/color]
Admittedly, he’d been a bit caught up in the thought process of how he’d try to get his stomach acid to be sufficiently potent in order to function as a weapon, without needing to imbue it with Heavy Fuel’s Anti-Ripple. Though he had come up with an idea, and was already feeling it come into effect, that internal distraction had cost Runch his raft, and the pirate captain was now hurtling through the air, on a potential collision course with the water. The water which he was physically incapable of swimming in.

Lucky for him, then, that Motley’s next trick was easily executed from his current position. The parts of his hand that had been destroyed, mere fingernails and blood vessels, would regrow in seconds given the chance; the volley of three missiles would easily reach him before they did. It mattered not, for Motley promptly slashed his extended hand downward, plunging all four trailing vines into the drink beneath him - giving Heavy Fuel a far point from which to rapidly billow outward into the liquid, instantly charging it with his energy.

A mere moment later, a wall of water blasted itself upward, murky with Heavy Fuel’s oil from the perspective of those with Stand powers, and bestowed an opposite charge to the water around it to cause such repulsion. Not only would this serve as a charged barrier against the missiles aimed toward him, but it and the surface of the water would both serve as relatively malleable landing pads for Runch’s body, cushioning him from the impact and helping to prevent him from actually falling into the water. After that, as long as he stayed within range of Heavy Fuel’s power, he’d be just fine.

And on the other hand, the female Stand user had just blown the top off of a nearby church tower, and promptly redirected it to fall straight towards himself and Runch. Apparently, it was as good an idea to them as simply launching missile volley after missile volley - that is to say, equally as futile considering what they were up against. Far from trying to avoid it, Motley made a very deliberate move upward: the water beneath his feet began repelling the water around it, raising him up on a column of liquid as the tower fell, the remnants of his harpoons still trailing through the lake beneath Runch’s feet, keeping him from falling into the drink.

And then came his first shot. Performing a deliberately-exaggerated aerial twirl, Motley open up a slit in his pupil and fired the ultra-pressurised fluid out of his left eye a second before the makeshift attack would strike him. No need to charge it or its twin with Black Ripple energy; even with his own vampiric abilities, there was enough force behind it to not merely pierce, but slice in twain the stone tower itself as its arc passed through. If all went as intended, the oversized projectile would find itself split in half, falling to either side of both himself and Runch to crash comparatively harmlessly around the two.

That would be when he took his second shot. What he’d been sure to do was launch his attack in a way that would plausibly make it seem as though he’d fired [i]both[/i] fluid bursts from his eyes at once, and with any luck, even if the shadowy protector Stand had allowed the brother to see what Motley had done, it’d hopefully be too late for him to tell his sister of the deception from her point of view before, hidden from her sight by the falling stonework itself, he could launch the second burst of ocular fluid through the rock and into her heart and lungs - which would be the prime reason that beam too was uncharged, just in case the shadows could protect against an attack infused with Stand-modified energy better than without. And whilst humans were both surprisingly sturdy and shockingly flimsy, such a burst would ideally be an instant kill; the missiles were deadly serious threats, despite their simplicity, and even if he dealt her a mortal wound, if she maintained consciousness at all, she could likely retaliate.