A Devil with an Angel's Heart

Chapter 5

The room you were in was in complete chaos. Tables overthrown, the one with the clock of fire in the corner while bowls, plates and other tableware littered the floor. You and the guys were standing on one side of the room, the French on the other. Both, Avdol and the new Enemy had their stands out.

"You have a way with a sword, I'll grant you that." said the Egyptian, "So you think you can kill me before the flames on that table strike twelve? You seem to have quiet the ego, Mr...." he trailed of, not knowing the French man's name. "Pardon! We haven't bee introduced yet. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff." he introduced himself. "Well met Polnareff, it's good to know ones opponent. However..." Avdol pointed a finger at the flaming clock and a new surge of flames burnt the table to ashes, "Monsieur Polnareff, you would be mistaken if you assume my flames burn upward or with the wind as in nature; they do not. I can control fire at will thus the name 'Magician's Red'." he stated. "In the beginning there was fire. I should have expected as much from the emblem of beginnings, the wielder of fire, of creation. And yet, you speak of pride and ego? I assure that my pride is well deserved." countered Polnareff and threw some coins into the air. His stand Silver Chariot shot forward, piercing all the coins with his sword. "Impressive, the very moment they all lined up, he skewered all five coins in a single strike!" commented Mr. Joestar. "No, look closer." corrected Jotaro. "Yes, he did not just pierce the coins, between each of them he pierced on of Avdol's flames!" you added. "Now you see that I am as deadly as I have said. This is not mere ego. My Stand can slice apart flames! I can rip apart the atmosphere itself creating gasps between the layers of gases. Face it, your Magicians Red is powerless before my Silver Chariot."

"Did you already forget, that Avdol is not the only one you challenged? For your own sake, I hope you didn't think I would be going with you without putting up a fight." you declared. "Non, non, non, mon chéri. I didn't forget about you at all." responded the French who was suddenly standing in the door. "When did he..." muttered Avdol. Polnareff spoke, "Victory and conquest, that represents the card the Chariot and defines my Stand as well. I could easily beat you in this cramped little space but is your flame ability better suited for wide-open spaces, Avdol? And judging from the information Lord Dio gave me about you, this goes for you as well, Kate. Destroying you at your best is the only victory worthy of my Stand!"

You followed Polnareff through the streets, around some corners and into a colourful park full of statues of monkeys, tigers, pigs and more. "What's this place?" questioned Mr. Joestar. "I think it's called 'Tiger Balm Garden'." explained Kakyoin. Tiger Balm Garden is a mysterious tableau located on the hillside of Hong Kong's Tai Hang Road. It's unique aesthetic and sense of style make it one Hong Kong's most unusual sites. You followed Polnareff through he park to a rather spacious area.

"Allow me to make a prediction. First, Avdol, you shall perish at the hand of your own stand, secondly, Kate, your soul has already turned dark from your deep connection to hell. I do not understand why you refuse to serve Lord Dio, you could accomplish great things under his leadership and I will make sure, you will proudly stand by his side!"

"Avdol..." started Jotaro. "Jotaro, this is not your fight." Avdol stopped him, "In an open place such as this one, there's nothing that keeps my stand to fight with full force." "He's right. This is something personal." you added, your voice almost a growl, "Avdol, two against one is not exactly fair. Mind if I go first?" "Go on ahead. But we'll switch!" "Heh," you smirked, eyes glaring at the enemy, "I'm not making any promises."

You stepped ahead, but instead of calling for your stand you called, "The Morningstar!". A long, iron chain appeared in your hands. A whip with some sort of claw-arm at the end, called a Morningstar-Whip. "Game on!" you growled, and charged, the whip glowing up with heat.