The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.2

Walking on Thin Ice

"What?! He's chasing us still?!" Mista took a look out the back window to see for himself.

"He seems to be wearing some sort of full body suit now. Or maybe armor? But it'd be reasonable to assume that it is a part of his Stand ability." You explained primarily for Giorno's sake. Since he couldn't get a good view while he was driving.

"That bastard!" Shouted Mista, "I'll shoot him!" He shot through the back window at Ghiaccio.

"You're wasting your time!" Called out the ice skater, "My ability, White Album, freezes the moisture in the air to an extremely low temperature, which I then wear like armor. This allows me to skate, but I'm also wrapped in something so strong that even bullets can't pierce it!"

"Shit." The gun man turned to you, "Can your Stand do anything that'll work?"

"I'm not sure he'd be able to get through his armor with his bare hands. And the only weapons he has are a few knives." Plus, you didn't actually want to hurt the Ghiacchio too much and you certainly didn't want to kill the guy.

Mista then angled his head toward the Giovanna, out of other ideas, "Drive faster, Giorno!"

"I can't go any faster!" Replied Giorno, "The tires are still slipping. Even worse, they found out about the station!"

"They haven't found out about where the turtle is that Trish is hiding in, so depending on how you look at it, that's kind of a bright side." Mista still had his gun poised for action.

You chuckled, "That's rather optimistic of you. You're a bit of strange guy."

He flashed you a grin, "But in a good way, right?" But his smile faltered as he realized how close the enemy had gotten. "He's coming! Floor it! Faster!"

"I already told you, I can't! If we slip, we're going to lose even more spee-"

"Just do it, damn it!" Mista aimed his gun again, "I said floor it, so floor it!" He shot a few more times.

"I told you! This is useless!" Ghiaccio was nearly an arms length away from the trunk of the car.

"Number Three and Number Two up on the roof, come back!" The Sex Pistols knocked the bullets toward Ghiaccio's skates. Pushing it into the skate to throw him off balance, "I hope you get to share a hot, passionate kiss with the road. Your face will be well acquainted with it at the speed you're going." And ice man's face did slap down into the asphalt, the force seeming to crack his helmet a fair amount.

"Yeah!" Cheered the Sex Pistols.

Mista turned to you, "Pretty good, huh?" He winked, "Don'tcha think I deserve a passionate kiss of my own?"

Giorno glared at Mista through the rear-view mirror, "Now's not the time for crap like that."

The gun man laughed, "Relax man. I was only kidding... Well, sort of."

"Whether you were kidding or not, the guy just froze the water dripping from our car. So we're dragging him behind us now." You spoke up, having still been paying attention to the current battle. Unlike the others, it would seem.

"You're not getting away!" Ghiaccio started pulling himself up his makeshift ice rope. "There's no way you guys are going to make it to the station!"

"Just what temperature do you have to freeze stuff at to do that shit?!" Mista just wanted the encounter to be over already, "You bastard! Eat lead again!" He tilted his head to let a few bullets fall out of his hat and reload his gun. But when he looked back to the enemy, his vision was blocked. "He opened the Trunk! Which means..." He started firing at the metal, "Sh-Shit! He got into the trunk! Stop the car, Giorno! He's going to freeze the break pedal so it'll be useless again!"