The Last Pillar.

Chapter twenty Eight: The French swordsman

The air was tense around the group. The rice pudding between all of them started to bubble as the silver haired stranger took hold of the back of (y/n)'s dress. She could feel a strong stand presence behind her. The Frenchman was one of her brother's assassins! She could feel that Avdol pulled out his stand to fight this frenchman. She could do so by the feeling of the air heating up. The small girl kicked the frenchman and was dropped. She ran back to her group and jumped up onto Kakyoin's shoulder.
Her red eyes watched the frenchman as he spoke, "My stand represents the chariot card, Silver Chariot! Mohammed Avdol, it appears that you wish to die first." The frenchman seemed to be very confident in his abilities. He also seemed eager to fight and kill the group.
Avdol was not scared, "You claim that you would defeat me by the time the clock on the table strikes twelve? Aren't you being a little conceited mister... uhh." It was then that it was realized, the frenchman never gave a name.

"My apologies. I did not introduce myself. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff.," the  silver haired frenchman spoke. Avdol had a small smile as he responded to Polnareff's introduction, "Merci beaucoup. I appreciate your polite introduction." "Be careful, I can smell Dio on him.," (y/n) said, "And his stand has some powerful energy. He has worked hard to perfect his stand." The table on which the 'clock' was was burned by unseen flames. Avdol's stand had destroyed it. "Don't assume my flames act as they do in nature, mister Polnareff. My stand can control its flames freely.," the Egyptian spoke.
"It is said that in the beginning, this world was engulfed in flames. It would only make sense that the stand that controls flames embodies beginning of all things.," Polnareff said, "You say I am being conceited? As the child said before, I have trained hard to perfect my stand's swordsmanship. But if you do not believe me, then observe this!" The silver haired man threw five coins in the air. The coins look to be impaled on something after Polnareff thrusted his hand out, they floated in air like they were skewered on something. (Y/n) could not see what was happening, so she did not know why everyone was getting so excited about. She wondered if she could develop the ability to see stands one day. She would love to see what her friends' stands look like.

(Y/n) had about enough of this. She got down from Kakyoin's shoulder and threw a spoon at the French swordsman. Both he and Avdol turned their attention to her, "If you are going to fight. Do it outside and somewhere no civilians will be harmed. If you are as honorable as I think you are, you will agree to these terms." Her red eyes looked sharply at Polnareff, he made a chuckle and let the coins fall to the floor. "The petite fille is right. It would not be fair to you if I restricted your power by fighting in such close quarters.," the silver haired male spoke, "Follow me. I shall take you to the site where we shall battle."
The plum haired girl sniffed the air and found the scent of a fleshbud on the Frenchman, she needed to tell them verbally since her pantomime did not get the message across. She was picked up by the back of her dress again. This Frenchman moved fast. "My stand, the Chariot, symbolizes victory. And I have a feeling that I shall have my victory in this fight.," Polnareff spoke. (Y/n) was held like a small child as Polnareff led them to the spot where he and Avdol would fight. She did not appreciate being held like this by one of her brother's assassins.

Polnareff stopped and turned one he got to the top of the stairs of the weird sculpture garden that he led the group to, "Avdol, I shall make a prediction for you. My stand will overpower yours in combat." Avdol's face was serious as he glared at the Frenchman before him. Jotaro was ready to help if needed, "Avdol." "Jotaro, you need not interfere. This open space will allow me to utilize my stand to the fullest.," the Egyptian spoke and called his stand out, "If you would let (y/n) go, then our battle will begin." "(Y/n)? That's the name of Lord DIO's sister.," the Frenchman said as the girl struggled out of his grip and jumped up high enough give him a sharp kick across the face.
The girl ran back to her adopted father after kicking the Frenchman. Polnareff rubbed his jaw, he mumbled something about her being stronger than she looked. Once she was out of the way, the battle began. (Y/n) was not able to see it, but she definitely felt it. She jumped up onto Kakyoin. "Sometimes I wish that I was able to see stands like you.," she spoke to the red haired teen. The violet eyed teen smiled and continued to watch the fight. The eagle statue beside Avdol broke and a stone statue of what looked like a bird headed man stood in its place. "Looks like you are able to see Avdol's stand there.," the teen said. The girl was amazed, that was what Avdol's stand looked like?! It was amazing! Like some warriors from mythology that she read.