The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Spiky Blood

Pucci looked down at his wristwatch. "Three days until the new moon. It will finally begin, Dio, what you have desired all this time. The manifestation of Heaven that will be achieved through my own body."

"Right..." Dio looked away. He really didn't care about this whole Heaven thing, like, at all. The only thing he desired at this point was to be alive again. But he was a little preoccupied with some of his worries regarding the arrival of Giorno. If Giorno decided to fight against him, he didn't think he'd have the heart to try to kill him. Not that he thought he'd be able to in the first place. Golden Experience Requiem could certainly be a problem.

Weather jumped up, Diver Down within him, having helped him get some air in his leap. His arm was poised to strike.

"The World!"

Weather was left in mid air.

"Dio..." Pucci had already brought out White Snake, it's arms crossed in front of him defensively. "That was unnecessary. You do not need to use your power for me, not that I am ungrateful for you offering your aide.

Dio clicked his tongue, annoyed. "I just did it out of habit. But you could still use this opportunity to take care of them." His cooldown time was still longer than it used to be. While he did enjoy taking his time and making fun of his foes, he only did that when he was completely confident in his victory. Now was not one of those times.

"I could..." But Pucci wanted his brother to suffer. "If you really want something done, why don't you knock out Bucciarati? Even if the body stealing idea fails to work, we could potentially use him as a hostage to get (Y/N) back with me..." He paused, feeling the coldness of Dio's glare. "...with us... You know, since you failed to keep her secure back in the cave."

Dio rolled his eyes, "Well, excuse me! But I wasn't the one too busy rubbing my hands all over her face to use White Snake and just temporarily disable her or something." He looked over to Bruno. "And I can't attack Bucciarati right now, anyway. He's using Hamon." He could clearly see the yellow sparks. "Maybe if I had something to throw at him..." If he had been connected to the void room with the others, he would at least have had access to his stash of knives.

"There are plenty of snails you could use." Pucci gestured to where he assumed there was an abundance of shelled creatures. "So why don't we-" A blade of wind cut through his left arm and the side of his face. His body was slammed against the car. "Wh-What?!"

"Oh..." Dio watched a little too nonchalantly. "I forgot to mention... time is moving again."

"Grab onto the priest and get him closer, Weather!" Anasui yelled as he reached out his slug arm. "The priest's Stand isn't a power type! You can keep a hold of him in close range! Your Stand's power is much stronger! So grab him and don't fucking let him get away!"

"I'm not incredibly familiar with the stats of this priest's usual Stand, but Dio is certainly strong." Bruno tried to help through his limited intel. He was watching the fight intently, looking for a proper opening to strike. Defeating a teleporting Dio had been one thing, but a time stopping one would be much more difficult. But at least he knew Hamon.

Weather Report used a hand of clouds to smack Pucci's head against the car window. Pucci caught a falling shard to direct a beam of sunlight at Anasui.

This little action seemed to egg on Anasui's metamorphosis. "What? M-My leg! He did it again! The fucking priest controlled the snails again!" There was no way the pinkette could walk anymore now that his limbs were all floppy. Diver Down had also begun to reflect the state of its user, making it rather unhelpful.

Pucci pushed himself away from the car to stand back up to his full height. He didn't even seem bothered by the blood dripping down his face anymore. "This happened in the 1990s. Upon examining a certain campaign poster-"