[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center] 

	Chloe frowned, and she and her Stand turned around in unison to see the imposing Reaper loom over the crouched down group. Cocky and evil son of a bitch, wasn't he? She wasn't about to let him walk all over her allies. Him and his weird little toy soldiers. These arrogant bastards always got on her nerves with their posturing and talks of Aryan superiority. All they do is stomp on people beneath them in their self-made social structures. Fascism, Chloe knew, was a snake. A snake that devoured everything and everyone, and then ate itself, leaving nobody with anything. It was poisonous, cancerous, toxic. It was something that needed to be squashed.

	So when this loudmouth announced it's presence and oozed arrogance, well, young Yonaka wasn't about to let him get away with it. She would bash him over the head with her fists and pummel his sickly brains out all over the floor. 

	[color=fff79a]"Yeah, sure, I'll have a pop."[/color] Chloe announced with a smirk, crouching and staring up at the nazi and his Stand defiantly. With that, her Stand moved into position between her and the enemy Stand. They made quite the complementary pair. The Reaper was all crimson shadow, and Ritz was a glimmering doll of porcelain and gold. 

	Puttin' on the Ritz ground it's teeth together between it's red lips surged forth, unleashing a wild barrage of powerful fists. [color=fff79a][i][b]"CODADAAA!"[/b][/i][/color] Ritz shouted harshly, a personal moniker that had little meaning to anyone other than the british musician. Ritz' shout sounded like someone was blasting a furious record player at full volume.