The Ludicrous Escapade

Accidents Happen

"Right under your chin! Right, Polnareff?!" Asked the barber as the French man opened his eyes with a jolt, staring at himself in the mirror.

You quickly stood up, "Jean!"

Jotaro slid onto his side as you were no longer there to support his sleeping form. The barber pointed at you, "Stay right there unless you want him to die." You froze in place, a bit alarmed at the quickness things had changed. The man licked his lips. "It's me you fools. The Stand that represents Anubis! I'll shave your chin right off!"

He moved the blade toward him to do as he said, but Polnareff was faster. He pulled down the lever of the chair, letting him slide out and do a backwards summersault onto his feet. The guy ended up pushing he blade into himself and let out a pained scream. Jotaro grasped the air in the empty seat next to him, mumbling your name. His eyes immediately shot open when he realized you weren't there.

"What the hell are you?!" Polnareff asked the barber. "Aren't you the owner of this place?"

The man removed the blade from his chest, letting the blood spill without a care in the world. He adjusted his grip on the handle as the sword gave off an eerie glow. You gave your theory, "Could it perhaps be the sword that is our enemy? It's a Stand that possesses the wielder?"

Polnareff's eyes widened, "So the guy in Kom Ombo wasn't the user?" The barber went for an attack but the French man placed a small table in the way, forcing the enemy to move it while he brought out his Stand. The rapier was quick to block the sword. "No matter how many times you try, you're still no match for me!" The enemy pressed harder, beginning to cut into Chariot's head. "Th-The power in this sword..."

"After last time, I memorized your Chariot's moves and powers! I'll never lose to someone I've fought before!" Shouted the barber.

Jotaro was quick to stand up as he began to observe the situation while gripping your shoulder tightly, "(Y/N), Polnareff, what's... Who is that?"

You put your hand over his, "The sword is a Stand."

"It'd be pretty dangerous for your Star Platinum to fight with his bare hands." Spoke Polnareff as he struggled to keep the space with his blades. "And this guy's not the user! He's just a puppet. N-Not to mention, this Stand's gotten stronger!" Chariot sent the man into the wall with a kick and went in for a strike only for it to be blocked. A ringing sound echoed about from the collision of metal on metal and Polnareff stared down at his hand.

"Does that sting?" Asked the barber before gripping the handle with two hands, "Now I've learned just how much punishment you can take, too. I wonder if you'll be able to withstand this next attack, Polnareff."

Someone scoffed rather loudly and the barber briefly turned his attention to Kars who was sitting with his legs crossed on the counter, "You make it sound like you're some kind of threat." He gracefully hopped onto his feet before lunging at the barber. He sliced with his right arm and then went in for a kick towards the guy's throat while the blade was occupied. The man didn't do much to block the kick and was certainly surprised when another bone blade came out of Kars' calf and sliced through the enemy's neck. However, the man was quick and managed to dodge well enough to only get a scratch. Kars was about to give another wave of slashes but Star Platinum took form and punched the barber out the window with pieces of glass scattering everywhere.

Polnareff peaked outside, "D-Did it work?"

Jotaro shook his head, "No, not even close. It took everything I had just to land that punch. Shit. This thing is strong. He's the first combat Stand we've seen in a while that doesn't rely on schemes or spells."

Kars walked over, one hand on his hip, "Don't mess with things you can't handle. I could've taken care of him. (Y/N), should I kill the barber now or later?"