Fallen Rose

Teenage Dream - Part 2

In the peaceful town of Florence, Italy, dawn had at last broken upon the day. Most of the inhabitants were calmly eating breakfast while bathing in the newly born devil beaten sun. Others still slept, some walked their dogs, a few talked about yesterday's late-night airport incident that appeared in the news, even fewer talked about the hotel that burned down or the serial manslaughter that happened at the hands of a single woman who also died. Everyone could agree that all hell is breaking loose in the once welcoming city. Unbeknownst to them in the thought to be abandoned mansion of criminally convicted actor, there was a near civil war between two factions of stand users, each one strong enough to handle an entire battalion of armed soldiers or more. Both thought themselves in the right, but that truth would go solely to the winner of this bout. In the wake of this morning, a man faced off against three, all by himself, for the life of his father; Wolfgang Sgoyi Gitli, otherwise known as Tanx.

Tanx was fighting for something he hadn't before, someone other than himself, for the life of his father. Lisztomania blocked Barkley's newly formed blades strike with its robust arms. Right after they destroyed the pieces magnetically formed back together into bigger blades, a step up from daggers more machete sized. These new blades didn't break on contact with Lisztomania defense, allowing Barkley to have an onslaught of attacks against Tanx, pushing him back.

"NOW YOU'RE TRULY EXPERIENCING MY POTENTIAL!"

"Can you just SHUT UP." Lisztomania parried one of the hits opening Barkley's defense for a potentially killing strike, but a wall of dirt and rock rose from the land protecting, Barkley from the hit. Tanx looked to the side, finding the culprit with her teeth sunk into the dirt. The hunter's stand shot a dart directly from its cannon but a black powder concentrated from the air, shielding her from the hit.

"Thank you, ashes of the fallen ones." The somber Mika crooned as he flew in to grab Tanx, melancholic and firm. Upon contact, he received a powerful uppercut to the torso from Lisztomania's cannon arm while the wall behind him sunk into the terrain. This aided the bronze rogue charge right at him with the dual machetes and penetrate the armor on his back, grazing his skin. Tanx backed off to analyze his opponents, who he found to be organized, though not in an orthodox way. They were posed in a way to naturally look out for each other and attack at the right times.

"You've lost. Three on one and I'm only getting stronger. Every hit you give me, my eye can even see better after each dart." Barkley grabbed a rock and tossed it upwards, able to cut a perfect cube into it before it fell back down. "Kneel like a dog and accept execution. IT CAN TAKE A DAY BUT IN END I'LL BE STRONGER THAN ANYONE!"

"Lost?" Tanx softly chuckled to himself "Kneel like a dog and accept execution?" He began to go into a fit of laughter before holding his stomach, quickly quieting himself and fixing his composure. "Are you just trying to weasel yourself out of this? Of certain death? Of me?"

"This fucker has lost his mind..." Jacklyn rolled her eyes.

"Stauber, don't let your guard down. Crazy or not he's still dangerous." Barkley reminded her.

"Let's just try to end him as quickly as possible so we can help the others," Mika spoke softly with plans.

"You're absolutely right, Mika. Let's finish this in the next bout." Barkley ran straight towards Tanx with determination, ready to attack. Lisztomania reeled its arm back to deliver another powerful hit, only for Barkley to evade it completely by leaning his head to the side. Though, what he failed to see was Tanx's leg sweeping him right off his feet, causing him to fall sideways before reaching the ground. He received a swift hit to his adam's apple, making him choke, a wall of dirt appearing to protect the fallen Barkley.