The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Battle Between Brothers

Pucci clutched his bleeding shoulder, trying to stop more of the red, life liquid from seeping out. "You...! Playing these petty tricks!"

"Like hell it's a petty trick! Weather's just stronger than you!" Anasui refused to acknowledge any of the assistance Bruno had offered.

"You know..." Dio broke off a few bloodsicles. "These will actually make for some pretty good projectiles." He tossed them like darts at Bruno and Weather.

"Heh. There's no way that'll hit them." Anasui was confident in his allies' ability to dodge.

"Don't." That was all Weather said, putting a hand in front of Bruno who had been preparing  to knock aside the blood or zip it apart. So the Italian decided to trust whatever plan Weather had thought up. The spikes lodged themselves into their torsos. "Now I've got you." He had used more of his blood to extend the spears into Pucci and Dio. He tugged harshly, bringing Pucci down.

"The Wor- Agh!" Dio had been about to freeze time again when a jolt of Hamon shocked him through the blood connecting him to Bruno. He immediately sliced the connection and jumped back a few feet. He grit his teeth, staring at the hole melted into his hand. If he had been your Stand still, he would've just had you take his scarf out and put it back in again. But that wasn't really an option here.

Bruno continued toward the vampire, leaving Weather to handle Pucci. "It sounds like my Hamon got you. Wonderful." His Stand was still next him, also infused with the sunlight power. He'd do his best to ensure Dio didn't try and help the priest.

"He did it! Weather did it!" Anasui watched as his friend slammed the enemy against the road. "It's over!"

Pucci tried to ignore the searing pain in his hand caused by Dio's wound. "In Green Dolphin Street Prison, I could have killed you whenever I wanted, Weather. But I thought I could save you someday, so I only took your memory. This is not an excuse. I am not begging for my life." He had too much pride to do something like that. "I was doing this for your own good, brother! Eventually someone must obtain Heaven, and that person will be me!" He began mumbling the prime numbers between words. "Stop this, Weather. Don't attempt to kill me, and kill yourself instead."

"You're..." Weather gripped his brother by the throat. His face contorted with malice. "The kind of evil that doesn't realize it's evil... is the worst kind there is!"

"Pucci looks afraid!" Noticed Anasui. Or maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see. "The expression of despair and fear!"

"Stop Weather!" Blood spat out of Pucci's mouth as he spoke. "You're cursed! I was the one that kept you alive!"

"This is the end, Enrico Pucci!" Weather's Stand had its arm ready to pierce through the priest's torso.

"Weather, wait!" Shouted Bruno, seeing something approaching fast. "A car is-!"

There was a loud crash as the car you and the others were in slammed into the one parked on the sidewalk. The curse had not been broken for very long, it would seem.

"What the fuck, dude?!" Shouted Hermès, her snail body squished against the window. She hadn't worn her seatbelt. "Are you trying kill us all?!"

"If I had wanted to kill you, there are a million different other ways I could've achieved that." Kars opened the car door and stepped outside. "But, considering that was my first time driving one of these vehicles, it actually went quite well. Though I didn't account for there being a bunch of spikes in the road or for a giant cloud of dust to hinder my vision. I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"They're close by!" Jolyne held on tightly to Emporio, trying to make out anything through the dirt. "Both Weather and the priest! But there's something wrong. Like Kars said, something is all over the ground. Blood, maybe?"