"Mon Chéri" | Jean Pierre Polnareff.

Chapter II - Battle.

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Although Y/n had been so proudly boasting about their ability to defeat Polnareff, they were knocked out.

. . .

Y/n wasted no time, their Stand closing in on Silver Chariot. Its arms latched onto the armor-covered humanoid, quick to increase the force of the hold.

"Agh!" Polnareff grimaced, blood spurting out of the punctures from Rock Lobster's hand. "Damned crab!"

Y/n furrowed their brows; their eye twitched once in annoyance. "My Stand is not a crab!"

Before their hold on the silver-haired man could inflict further damage, Silver Chariot tossed its rapier to its free hand. Once it caught the weapon, it stabbed straight through Rock Lobster's forearm; successfully making Y/n loosen their Stand's grip and yell out in pain.

They clutched their now-bleeding arm and looked up to cross eyes with Polnareff, a glare prominent on their features.

Polnareff only smirked in return, having Silver Chariot repeatedly penetrate Rock Lobster's torso. "Who cares what it is?! All that matters is that you'll wish you never approached me after I beat you!"

Y/n hissed through their teeth, trying not to be so audible about the injuries they now decorated. "Tsk, you're gonna eat those words!" Frustrated, they backed up slightly and got into a pose, knocking on a nearby wall twice as if to signal something. "Motion in the Ocean!" they cried, clearly getting ready to attack.

Although not aware of what this ability does, Polnareff still braced himself and stared intently at the surroundings in case it gave any clues as to what was about to happen. He was about to take a step back, when a strong wave seemingly phased through the bottom of the ship, hitting him head-on and blocking the h/c-haired person from view. He was about to yell in confusion, but water went right into his mouth and nose, and he was submerged under the wave.

The wave died down after what seemed like only a few seconds, disappearing below the boat the same way it had come. The Frenchman was left spluttering and coughing on the ground, and when he tried to look again for his opponent, Y/n was gone.

Without a second to regain his senses, the ship's ground collapsed underneath him and he fell into the water. He waved wildly, not expecting to be in the sea. Polnareff gasped, attempting to swim back up, but hit the bottom of the ship.

What the hell? How did I get down here?! He frantically looked around for an answer, and he quickly found something.

Y/n was swimming carelessly nearby, a smirk on their face. Their Stand stood behind them, and a menacing aura within the surroundings. Speaking through their Stand, they said, "Despite my Stand's attack style, I don't have any miraculous abilities to swim faster, or stay underwater longer; nothing like that. So, with that fairness in mind, shall we finish this up?

"We have, what, 60 seconds? Maybe 90. Let's see who can last longer!" Finishing the speech, Y/n lurched forward and started swimming to Jean Pierre.

He still didn't quite understand Rock Lobster's style, but his grey chateau eyes blazed with determination as he waited for the enemy to come closer to him.

"What's wrong? Not going to even try to run?!"

They spoke with such confidence. It made Polnareff grin from ear-to-ear, and he almost laughed. "I'm just waiting for you to get close enough that I can do . . . this!!!"

He suddenly swam to the side. As if they were a bull, Y/n couldn't stop and turn to follow him fast enough, and they swam right past him. Before they could get too far away, though, the silver-haired man brought out his Stand and started jabbing them with its rapier.

"Aghhh!" The e/c-eyed person groaned, bubbles coming out from their mouth; the new wounds merging with previous ones and blood seeped out of their injuries quickly. They pushed Polnareff with their feet, as both a boost to get back to the ship and to get farther away from him.

He grabbed their right ankle, preventing them from going anywhere. "Not too fast, casse couille!" He pulled them close to his chest and smirked.

If not for the current circumstances, the action could be considered romantic. However, he brought out Silver Chariot and once again began to stab them multiple times.

Y/n had little time to even react, and soon went limp in his arms.

Taking that as his win, he swam back up to the surface. The ship was a little farther off in the distance now, so he yelled to get those onboard's attention. "Oi! Man overboard! Give me a buoy!!"

The ship started... decaying, all of the sudden. Confused but still insistent on staying alive, Polnareff started making his way to the ship with the enemy tucked under his arm; therefore rendering one arm useless and paddling forward with the other.

He saw the other Crusaders and Anne loading into a lifeboat and again tried calling out. "Wait up, I'm over here!"

Joseph Joestar and Mohammad Avdol were the first to notice him.

"Mr. Joestar, we should wait for Polnareff. It looks like he has something with him."

Joseph nodded in agreement with the Egyptian man, and they waited for Polnareff to reach them.

As he got closer, they noticed what he brought with him was not a something, but rather a someone.

Right as he got close to the boat, Y/n shot up and used Rock Lobster to clamp down on Polnareff's arm. He reeled back, letting go of them.

Everyone in the lifeboat was shocked, and Joseph yelled, with his hands on the sides of his face, "Oh, my God!!!"

Clearly not expecting them to wake up so soon after he knocked them out, the Frenchman seethed. "What the hell?!"

"Our battle's not over yet!" Although their voice was confident and full, anyone could tell they were too tired to continue persisting and battling. Their injuries were still dripping, and they were losing blood fast.

Y/n tried to reach for Polnareff with their Stand, but its claws came up just a centimeter too short and they coughed up blood at straining themself so hard.

The last thing they saw before blacking out again was a shiny rapier hilt in front of their head.

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To Be Continued...

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