Wings of Fire X JoJo: A Stand Against Destiny II

Chapter 4: The Invincible Enemy

As Graveheart lunged forward with his spectral spear, a whirring noise echoed through the abandoned village and Jormund reacted instinctively, summoning Hypergenesis to deflect the attack. But to his horror, the spear pierced through Hypergenesis' arm as if it were nothing but air. The force of the blow ripped through the stand's form ripping it open. Jormund's own arm, teared open with a sickening crunch.

Agonizing pain shot through Jormund's body as blood spurted from the wound, staining the ground crimson. He let out a guttural scream, the intensity of the pain overwhelming him as he stumbled back, clutching his injured arm in disbelief.

Jormund's mind raced as he dodged Graveheart's relentless, whirring attacks, his injured arm throbbing with each movement. With no time to ponder his next move, he relied on instinct, channeling the Joestar family's secret technique: running away.

As Graveheart closed in, Jormund feigned a distraction, "Oh thank god, I'm over here!" he yelled pretending to look past Graveheart. "What!?" he yelled confused and as Graveheart momentarily turned to check, Jormund seized the opportunity to bolt into the nearest alley, clutching his bleeding arm tightly.

As Jormund dashed through the narrow alleyways, his thoughts raced alongside his pounding heart.

"Running away? Really, Jojo? Is this the best you've got?" He chided himself, frustration mingling with fear.

"AAAAARGH! Not again!" Gravehearts anger filled voice echoed after him.

Graveheart's spectral form loomed behind him, his spectral spear glinting in the dim light. Jormund's injured arm throbbed, the pain a constant reminder of his vulnerability.

"Come on, think! There has to be a way out of this mess." His mind raced, desperately seeking a solution.

With Graveheart closing in, Jormund knew he needed to buy some time. "Maybe a little distraction will do the trick," he thought, eyes darting around for any sign of an escape.

Graveheart's spectral form loomed close behind, his weapon poised for another strike. "Hamon... I should have listened to Professor Alexander," Jormund lamented, his mind racing through missed opportunities. "He said I had the potential, but I brushed it off. Stupid, stupid!"

With each step, Jormund felt the pressure mounting. "Focus, Jormund. You can do this," he encouraged himself, willing his mind to find a solution amidst the chaos. "If I can just tap into that power now, maybe... maybe I can turn this around."

The whirring of Graveheart's spectral spear filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment as it closed in on Jormund. With every dodge, Jormund felt the brush of icy cold against his skin, a constant reminder of the danger looming just behind him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately sought an escape route, his movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. "Keep moving, Jojo. Don't let him catch you," he muttered to himself between labored breaths, his voice strained with exertion.

Despite his best efforts, Jormund found himself struggling to stay ahead, each near miss pushing him to his limits. The pressure was suffocating, but he knew he had to keep going. Giving up was not an option.

As Jormund reached the end of the jetty, his heart sank as he realized he had taken a wrong turn. With nowhere left to run, he turned around to face Graveheart, his chest heaving with exertion.

The specter approached with an eerie calmness, his grin sending shivers down Jormund's spine. It was clear that there was no escaping him now. Jormund's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan, but fear threatened to paralyze him.