The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Rhinoceros Beetle

"Oh, Yes. Before I do that, though..." Pucci stepped down on Jolyne's severed arm. "I'll have to send you... totally and completely, over to the other side. To death. Stand, daughter of Jotaro Kujo! I've already noticed that you were able to block my attack to your vitals."

She glared back as she pushed herself off the ground with one hand.

"If you're not going to come to me... Then I'll just have to go to you!" Whitesnake went in for a punch to Jolyne's face.

But Jolyne had her severed arm unravel into string that wrapped around Whitesnake's wrist while also reconnecting back to her arm stump. "Whitesnake! I never imagined that I would meet you like this... There are four things I need to take from you!" Her string molded itself into a pair of handcuffs, keeping Jolyne and Pucci linked together. "My father's memory, (Y/N)'s discs, the disc you just stole from F.F., and... your life!"

Jolyne swiped him out from under his feet, knocking the priest off balance. She tried to kick him in the face, which he barely managed to dodge with the help Whitesnake.

"Uoshaaaa!" The enemy Stand went in for a barrage of punches, which Stone Free returned in kind. But Pucci managed to loop the chain of the cuffs around her wrist, stopping the attack. "What do you intend to do with these handcuffs?" He swiped down on one of the links, planning to break it. Except, it was made of string, not metal. The thread sliced into his hand and blood splurted out.

Meanwhile, you crawled over to the rest of your companions, trying to deduce if there was a way you could save them. Technically, you would be capable of using Hamon again, not that it would be much use when you hadn't trained in over one hundred years. You grimaced at the sight of the hole in Anasui's chest. Knowing how it felt, you were sympathetic of his situation, but you couldn't do anything to change it. Especially not in your current state.

"Is this your first time being cuffed? I've been cuffed everyday since I came here, just as you fucking planned..." Jolyne was bitter, and for good reason.

"You really think you've caught me, with this?" Pucci gave his cuffed wrist a shake.

"What are handcuffs for?" Asked Jolyne. "They're not used to stop people from running away... they're used to make people obey!"

You turned your attention to Foo Fighters, who wasn't much more than some scattered piles of mush. Perhaps you could use your blood as water to revive her? And with Foo back, she could probably heal up Anasui, too. You just needed something sharp to cut yourself with. A few drops by biting through yourself wouldn't be enough and searching around for your knife would likely be a waste of time and would draw too much attention to yourself.

Pucci decided to explain the situation to Jolyne. "Listen... Whitesnake is a long-distance Stand. But right now, the range between us is only a few meters. I can use 100% of my speed and power at this distance. But, let's set that aside for now. You seem to be misunderstanding something. You're touching me with the handcuffs that you made with your string." A confident smirk rested on his lips. "Now, what could that possibly mean? Think for a moment. Who's the one that's been caught, now?"

He pointed to the Cujoh's face, "Your Stone Free is turning into a disc! It's practically falling out! I can just grab it! In order to win, you'd have to critically wound me while also defending the disc in your head. Do you understand? Now, who's really the one in the predicament? Me, or you? Not to mention, you only developed your ability recently, while in prison! Your movements are too rudimentary!"

A strong gust of wind blew by, tossing around a few blades of grass that Pucci stopped to look at.

"Yeah... You totally lost me..." Jolyne didn't really care about what the priest had to say. "That's what I understand. All that really matters is that I need to get within the few millimeters that I need in order to deliver my decisive blow."