[color=black][h2][b]Annoyance: A Treatise on Making Progress[/b][/h2][/color]
Well, that was clearly Runch’s fault. Still, the pirate made the best he could of his newfound aerial vantage point - that is, he destroyed the balcony and nothing else, as that blasted many-bodied Stand absorbed every hit he fired out, plus Motley’s own strike against the user’s sister, who was now underwater. Alas.

[color=black]'Pardon me, Runch,'[/color] Motley offered quietly, more out of courtesy than any real sense of guilt. The pirate had launched himself, after all. That said, he’d also safely landed himself in an utterly ridiculous position, only to pick himself up and ran into the building, chasing after Davian and blocking the way in- or out- with a wall of cereal.

Which left the last few instances of the brother’s Stand, and then the sister... and it seemed she’d failed to surface yet. Which meant she had something in mind... what could she do underwater? Launch more missiles? Well, naturally, but that meant contending with Heavy Fuel’s water saturation again - well, a reduced amount of it whilst he stood on the water column beneath him, but as the veins of his fingers continued to trail through the liquid, its presence was still noteworthy. Or, perhaps she meant for them to rise out before they hit that critical point, in which case they’d be easily observed?

...either way, it wasn’t worth taking the risk. Best to figure out a secondary way of stopping them before then… and what better way to do that than to litter the entire lake with debris? Not that that’d necessarily have a notable effect, given how Stands worked, but it might make things a touch more difficult for the girl anyway. Besides, he had another idea in mind that worked out well for this circumstance, and helped him gain some ground in the process.

With an abrupt surge of Ripple energy, the entire pillar Motley was standing upon violently gave way beneath him, clinging to his toetips as it collapsed straight downward. More for dramatic effect than anything else, he raised his hands as he was pulled downward, then slammed his palms full-force into the surface of the water, that double-slap combining with the force of the pillar’s collapse to crater the water momentarily, like a ball bearing impacting a rubber sheet before it bounced back. The same shockwave, with just a touch of encouragement from Heavy Fuel, promptly blasted through the lake around Motley, smashing the two halves of the tower to either side of him into tiny fragments, more well-suited to floating in the lake briefly than the two halves they had been before.

The rubber sheet of the water’s surface rebounded a moment after that, now hurling Motley into the air and towards the building. He also chose now to finally retract his harpoons back into his fingers, forcibly dragging Heavy Fuel behind them, a fair mass of the water with that, and the debris from the smashed tower pieces in the water towards the epicentre, ultimately leaving behind a virtual minefield, if only for a short while, that he figured may hinder the rockets as they made their path toward Motley’s former position.

If that even mattered. He still had his next trick churning inside him, once he reached more solid ground. And unless he was mistaken about how her Stand worked or any distinctly inhuman powers of hers that he’d missed, Aralynn couldn’t remain submerged forever.