[center][h2][color=turquoise]The Cereal Killer[/color][/h2]
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Runch felt somewhat disturbed by how his pellets had turned into some kind of static, then faded from existence. It wasn't the girl doing anything, that would mean they were blowing up. Then it must have been the guy, yet the journal indicated that his stand could nullify stand attacks. Did his devil fruit qualify as a stand in this world? Then why couldn't he see other stands? Bah, it was too much to think about, and he was still hurtling toward the ground! But at least the two college representatives got out of the way! [color=turquoise]"Let's try this again... Bori bori pillar! Crumbleberry!"[/color]

The pirate extended both hands and out emerged another pillar, much like the one he had used when the water launched him through the air. This time he modified which recipe he used to better suit his landing: a soft crumbly cereal for the hard, unforgiving ground. The pillar collided with stone and pirate collided with cereal, and that blew apart in every direction like a big dust cloud. Amidst the center of it lay K. Runch on his belly, butt sticking straight up in a comical fashion, but none the worse for wear. [color=turquoise]"OMNOMNOMNOM!"[/color] he cheerfully laughed, jumping back up to his feet. Now what to do? Both of those College kids split. The girl jumped in the water, so best to leave that one to Motley and go after her brother. That was the original plan anyway, right?

[color=turquoise]"Bori bori wall!"[/color] The pirate took off after Davian into the building he had run, blocking himself off from a sneak attack in the back. Having to fight these invisible powers had a way of making one quite paranoid. Justifiably, as it turned out, as his wall didn't last more than three seconds before it had been blown to smithereens. [color=turquoise][i]Well now that I'm out of sight, hopefully those seeking missiles won't get a bead on me. The boy shouldn't be too much trouble once I find him, but landing a blow could be very hard.[/i][/color] The cap'n unsheathed his spoonsaber as well as his flintlock pistol in his offhand, taking care to reload it with another honeytrap shot. With both weapons primed in front of him, he was ready to defend himself in case Davian jumped around the corner for a sneak attack.

His considered that he was completely blind, while his opponent would have any number of invisible eyes to see him through. That gave Davian the edge in this hotel, with so many corners and blind spots. He'd just have to hurry along to find the kid, and weather out any attacks. At least that stand couldn't directly attack him... [color=turquoise]"Listen up!"[/color] he called out as he rounded another corner. [color=turquoise]"This is Cap'n Bartholomew K. Runch! I don't pretend to know why you've suddenly attacked us, but if you stop right now, I'll be happy to let this all go and finish the tournament in peace! If you keep on attacking us, well... I won't let you get in the way of the perfect ship of freedom!"[/color]