[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color]
and
[color=ed1c24]The Reaper[/color][/h3][/center]

	Chloe cried out in pain and surprise as the drink of a nearby glass cut into Ritz, tearing into her leather jacket and chest, the cuts travelling to just below her ribs. The blood ran down from under her clothes and down her bare white belly, absorbing into the waistband of her jeans. Grimacing, Chloe grunted as she took another step back. Breathing heavy, the british woman tried to steel herself. Taras seemed to have a plan in mind. If he could somehow get this wall open, that would be great. The civvies and Yonaka both needed an escape, fast. Fortunately, the pain from the cuts into her skin quickly faded as her adrenaline rushed. Clenching her fists, she planted her boots into the ground and willed her and her Stand to take a defiant step forward. Puttin on the Ritz' finely polished wood was cut into in some places, and her porcelain midriff was sliced into with crimson, paint-like blood streaking down in perfect lines.

    [color=fff79a][i][b]"CODADADA!"[/b][/i][/color] Ritz shouted not ready to buckle under the Reaper's tireless assault. Raising it's arms into a defensive position, it fired off a flurry of blows to try and batter the Reaper away.

Reaper's chest heaved. The frothing, boiling rage of the skeletal figure had crescendoed, and it was not about to go on the offensive now. As a string of spit dripped down onto the floor, it would watch, the edges of its lips curling in sadistic glee at the blood dripping down Chloe's body. Then, as Ritz's arms began to fly, and the blows began to come in thick and fast, it would do something highly unexpected.

It would strike back. 

Rattling its arms foward, its knuckles would slam into the scratched varnish of Ritz's hands, the sound of the collission rattling like a gunshot, even among the actual gunshots going on all around them. Every blow of Ritz's hands was countered by another of his, and as if to drown out her shouts, it would let fly the same cry it had been saying before, screamed now at a throat-tearingly loud volume. [color=ed1c24][i][b]DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEIDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE![/b][/i][/color]

Chloe rolled her head and her eyes as the thing continued to shout. The Reaper was rage incarnate, Chloe was incredulous, annoyed, and scared. As it smiled, so did she, but nervously instead of sadistically. Creepy bastard. At this point, several points of her torso hurt, a stinging pain that was dulled by adrenaline. This thing was a bloody monster! It returned the favor, this 'Till's' Stand shrieking incoherently about how much it really wanted Chloe to die.

    Ritz grunted out her sharp hiss as she deflected a blow and met another fist with her own, Chloe flexing as her knuckles throbbed from the impact. This thing was wild, but it was predictably wild. Chloe it seemed was a step ahead, in that she had adapted her fighting style while the Reaper continued it's rampage. Ducking under a particularly wayward blow, Puttin' on the Ritz rocketed back up into a standing position and slammed it's shiny heel into the Reaper's chest, hoping to knock it and it's user backwards.   [color=fff79a][i][b]"Tshah!"[/b][/i][/color] 

    As the Reaper stumbled backwards, Ritz rolled her smooth, armored shoulders and cracked her neck from side to side, sneering derisively at the german soldier.

A boot to the chest. Till and Reaper both stumbled backwards, the latter letting out a cough and losing the grip he had on his coat, his turn to fall on his ass. As its user rose to its feet, Reaper slammed a fist into an open palm, every joint in its finger cracking simultaneously as it did so. Swaying back and forth a little, the smile never having left its face, Reaper's fist came flying foward again, a careening rocket with the force of a panzer behind it.

Chloe grinned once again in that humorless way she did when things were dire like this. Though the Stand stood tall, the woman's shoulders were hunched, and she had one hand on her bleeding midriff, the other curled up into an idle fighting position. Fortunately though, she had made the right call. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised she had an opportunity to take the advantage. 

    Ritz saw the cannon-fire punch coming. Reaper's lunge came from a vast distance away in terms of a fist fight. It didn't get much more predictable then that. No matter how powerful a punch is, it's force can potentially be re-directed. Ritz took a step forward with it's front leg. Her front forearm rose, and the oncoming fist of the Reaper glided off it's polished brace. Her opposite fist came silently, quickly forward. Ritz entire body weight as behind this punch as her hips leaned into the swing and her perfect white teeth gleamed from inbetween her curled lips. The punch seemed to streak forward in slow motion. It was on a collision course with the Reaper's unprotected face, her middle and ring finger prepared to cave in it's skull-like nostrils. [color=fff79a][i][b]"CODA!"[/b][/i][/color] Ritz shouted, aiming to shut the damn thing up, if only for a moment.

	The problem with a fighting style such as Reaper's was that it was all attack, no defence. And whilst the former might be the best form of the latter, against a sufficiently skilled opponent, it did have its weakness, and that weakness had just been exploited. One fist would skim off from its target, the other would strike true- knuckles slamming into whatever counted for Reaper's nose. As it did so, Reaper would stagger backwards, letting a scream of dissapointment out at the same time.

The reason why was clear. From behind its form, Till's eyes rolled back into his head, the knock-on damage causing him to collapse onto the floor. His eyes would swirl about, the blackness clearing into a far more wholesome white, and then he would slowly blink and look up, unphased by the gunshots and violence all around him. His eyes would settle on the first person he saw- the bleeding and bare-midriffed Yonaka, and in a far too cordial tone for the surroundings, would ask in German "Entschuldigung frauline, wo bin ich?"

	Chloe grimaced as she felt the fist connect. That couldn't feel good. It was a rush of victory, though Chloe didn't relish in the suffering of others like the Reaper seemed too. Ritz slowly retracted it's fist from the Reaper's shattered face, as if it weight a hundred kilos, and tossed another punch at the Stand a moment after it vanished into thin air. Chloe's eyes widened and she barked out a laughter. Did she win!?

    The man fell over unconscious, but he quickly woke up. Ritz retracted it's fist into a defensive position and Chloe gritted her teeth, preparing to finish the job, when...he did whatever it was he just did.

    Ritz and Chloe both uncomfortably retracted backwards at the man's now innocent posture and demeanor, this sudden change of personality slightly less frightening and certainly more confusing than the monster he had just been. Her instinctive aversion to punching nice looking people in the face caused the bloodied and battle-ready Yonaka to falter. Breathing heavily, her red hand fell away from her belly and Ritz' fists lowered slightly, unclenching.

    [color=fff79a]"...Wot?"[/color] She asked simply, confused.

	"Tu ne parlez pas l'Allemand? Pardonnez moi. Où suis-je madamoiselle?"

	Chloe quirked her head to the side, ponytail drifting down towards the ground. Now he was speaking French. The young woman was utterly baffled and her guard lowered even further. Regardless of the literal firefight that was going on around her. Chloe ducked down slightly and walked closer to her Stand to protect herself from stray bullets.

  [color=fff79a] "I punch the Nazi outta you or somethin', mate?"[/color] She asked with an incredulous chuckle, gesturing at him. Chloe glanced over her shoulder at the nearby people to make sure they stayed back, and she was still very wary of this Nazi. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind that this was some kind of trick, though, it was just too strange. She wanted to find out more.

Irritated, the man would reach for his shirt sleeve and tug it back, scratching at his wrist. When he shook his sleeve out, for the briefest moment a tattoo could be seen; letters and numbers rapidly covered up. "English! You speak English. As I was trying to say [i]madam,[/i] would you happen to know where I am and why there's a gunfight going on?"

Chloe laughed full on at this point. This man had the gall to act mildly irritated at her? As if he wasn't trying to tear her limb from limb just seconds ago. 

    [color=fff79a]"Well, there's a bloody war on, isn't there!?"[/color] She shouted, eyes wide, her disbelief turning into annoyance. This situation had taken a turn she never could have predicted and she wasn't sure what to do. She gestured wildly at the room around her.

    [color=fff79a]"Now are you gonna fight me or what!?"[/color] She asked, taking a step back and shaking the blood off of her hand. Chloe was, to say the least, a little fucked up, with blood and torn leather jacket and crop top signifying her rough state.

	"I bloody well know there's a war on, but I'm wondering when you lot arrived in France." The man would look away thoughtfully for a moment. "I was on a train to a work camp... It must have been May? As far as I was aware, and it wasn't as if I was getting regular newspapers mind you, but England had just gone back over the Channel."

	Chloe blinked, scoffed, and Ritz lumbered forward. It picked him up by the collar of his shirt and lifted him into the air. At this point his lack of sense-making was starting to piss her off. She let Ritz do the talking now. Peering at his lifted state through it's sallet-like helmet, the Stand shook him and spoke.

    [color=fff79a][b]"What the fuck is your problem? Are you trying to kill me or not?"[/b][/color] Ritz asked, it's angry, conflicted voice crackling, it's cool breathe smelling of vinyl and wood shavings. The young woman stood back and stared up at the man, keeping an eye on the situation behind her. She would rather he get hit by any stray bullets than any of the people behind her.

	"You're a stand user?" The German would say, suddenly seeming to realise Ritz' presence. As he was hauled up and shaken, he would bark out some surely expected words; "Don't Fear the Reaper! Time to play!"
There was a moment, and then Reaper's form would materialise, staring down Ritz and Chloe.
[color=ed1c24]"Hello again,"[/color] It would snarl, lips still twisted into a smile.
"Again? You've met this woman before? That explains why she thinks I'm trying to [i]kill[/i] her."

	Chloe startled at the sight of the Reaper, only for it to give her a greeting, and not immediately start attacking. Instead, he and the user started having some kind of back-and-forth. Ritz grimaced and moved one hand from around his collar to around the man's neck, squeezing it lightly.

    Now it was Chloe's time to speak. Dissimilar this unlikely duo, Ritz and Chloe seemed to be totally in sync with each other.

    [color=fff79a]"I don't [i]think[/i] you were trying to kill me, you used your cutty bullshit to ruin my jacket and fuck me up! Gimme a good reason why I shouldn't snap your fuckin' neck before skullface over there can do a thing about it!"[/color] Chloe threatened taking a wary step away from the situation while Ritz prepared to snap the squishy human's neck like a twig. If he really was a Stand User, he would know that having a strong Stand's hand around your actual human neck was a pretty hard to come back from situation. At the same time, after this sudden turn of events, Chloe would have felt evil just smashing the cordial man's face in after he asked her where he was. Now the british woman glanced back and forth quickly from the user and Stand, literally having no idea what to expect next.

	Reaper's hands would stalk foward and wrap themselves around Ritz's wrists. [color=ed1c24]"Be grateful you knocked his sense back into him, or I would be snapping your wrists right now."[/color]

"My name is Till Lindemann I don't remember anything about slicing you with my jacket, although it does sound plausible since Reaper has met you and reason why you shouldn't snap my neck is because you won't be able to with Reaper here."

Chloe felt pressure increase around her body's wrists, and Ritz looked back and forth between the two faces and apparently personalities of the person she was talking too. 

    [color=fff79a]"Y-yeah I could. I could pop your head off like a bloody cork."[/color] Chloe countered, though it was clear her heart wasn't in it. Reaper wasn't even attacking her any more and she didn't know what to do. Things were tense, and both she and Ritz had her eyes on Reaper's hands. Till could tell that if he made the wrong move, their Stands might just tear each other apart. Right now, though, Chloe wasn't going for the kill.

	"Let go of me, explain to me when and where I am, explain to me why Reaper tried killing you and why there are [i]bullets flying everywhere[/i] and how you, a..." he would pause, clearly finding the next words slightly incredulous even as he said them "fine young lady such as yourself is caught up in all this unpleasantness, and perhaps we can retry this, yes?"

	Chloe laughed again at the man's overwhelming strangeness. She pointed accusingly at him with an actual smile on her face now, because this was utterly absurd.

    [color=fff79a]"No, I won't let go! Because you're a nazi! You're here to kill me and everyone in here 'cause you're a bloody nazi mate! Heilin' Hitler with the best of 'em!"[/color] She gestured wildly. She chose to glaze over whatever social pretentiousness he seemed to have because there were much bigger worries on her plate at the moment.

	"THE FUCKING NAZIS PUT ME IN A GHETTO!"
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? [i][b]THEY TOOK ME TO A WORK CAMP YOU CRAZY...[/b][/i] I dislike swearing at ladies immensely, but you are extremley trying."

	Chloe raised her voice in return, sputtering. [color=fff79a]"[i]Wh- tsha- gu- me!?[/i] I'm trying, am I!? You're crazy, mate! You're the crazy one! [i]You're[/i] not listening to [i]me![/i] You're working with the nazis! So don't come at me acting like I'm not makin any sense when I'm about to fuckin' bleed out over here cause of you! You're gonna tell me Misses Master Race on the stage isn't a nazi, either!?"[/color] She used whatever little leverage Ritz had to lean Till slightly to the side so he could see the mad ballerina on stage.