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Tamamo no Mae     The stage is set, it's a large field, a couple Torii gates set up and the visage of Mount Fuji somewhere in the background. The blue robed fox slowly makes her way towards a starting area, a stoic, somber face plastered upon the woman's face as a mirror is summoned, floating around the pink haired woman.

    "Another fight, another chance to show off, another chance to make my Husband proud of me." she nods, a stretch and a grin. "Now, shall we dance upon the fields of home?" she questions, seemingly to no one, letting the arena echo her words to her opponent...
Jonathan Joestar Jonathan steps forward boldly, his arms and legs armored with golden and silver rings. "Dancing isn't quite my forte, I'm afraid."

Angling his arms away from his body as he turns around to face her, the giant of a man sticks out like a sore thumb in their oriental surroundings. He looked wholly and truly the part of a foreigner. Planting his feet firmly in the ground, he quickly re-arranged his struck-pose into a defensive position, visibly bracing himself as he stood tall with shoulders squared and form rigid.

"Let our bout be honorable as we present our mettle -- my name is Jonathan Joestar, and you won't find me an easy foe to best!"
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo looks up towards the giant of a man, shaking her head, "It's an expression." she mutters, dropping into a battle stance with the mirror floating agressively around the fox. "Ah yes, likewise. Perhaps we shall learn more about each other during these moments than simple chatter. I am Caster, Queen of the Moon Cell. A pleasure, Mister Joestar."

    There's a brief little Japanese bow towards the man, dropping a few talismans into the ground for later. A couple of her talismans drop into her awaiting fingers and with a quick spin, she launches them at a high speed towards the man, flames igniting the papers as a few small, testing fireballs are hurled JoJo's way! "Let's see how you fare against a magician!"
Jonathan Joestar The scorching heat leaves mild burns on his skin as he swings a fist through one of the magical flames, sucking in a deep breath. "Kooooooh..!"

Ripples of gold and red emenate from his body as the fire begins to swirl in a spiral around his hand. With his respiration, the burns slowly begin to fade away, and the giant of a man takes off like a bullet with the intent of making a bee-line right for Caster. "Spin, my Hamon!"

Rearing his arm back like a crank, his fiery fist shoots out, telescoping toward's his fox-eared adversary's jaw.
Tamamo no Mae     At least the testing flames provide good purchase compared to the last fight she had. But as the fire starts swirling around him she frowns, time to swap up elements if he's able to do that. "MIkon?!" the sudden quickness catches her off guard, unable to actually dodge the incoming firey fist that seems to just... stretch right out towards her face, the impact sending her up into the air a bit with a 'GOHA!' little shout!

    She twists herself in mid air, shaking her head before landing back on her feet as her Mirror starts to glow blue, taking on a frosty appearance as spikes of ice starts machine gunning out of the mirror's face. "Hamon, huh?" she mutters, backing up some to try and keep some space between her and Jonathan..

    "You're strong... let's see if you can keep that up though!"
Jonathan Joestar Jonathan grimaces as a barrage of icecicles come barreling towards him. "Guh! Ice .. this is bad!"

With this proclomation, Jojo wastes no time in protecting his vitals, the sharp and frosty projectiles piercing into his legs and arms as he focused entirely on making sure he wasn't skewered somewhere important. Yet, even with his blood beginning to spill, he yanked the spokes from his body and quickly tossed them Tamamo's way to distract her momentarily.

With that brief pause, Jonathan centers himself and breathes to recuperate, before kicking off to close the distance between himself and Caster. His movements were noticeably slower due to his injuries, but those holes in his body seemed to be scabbing over already. "Take this -- a shower of Sendo Power!"

        "OVERDRIVE!"

His fists blurred, creating a dozen afterimages as he unleashed a flurry of Hamon-charged jabs to pepper her upper body.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo grins at this, she knows what she needs to do now... though with her own spikes being lobbed back at her, she ducks and dodges them to try and avoid them only to take the flurry of charged jabs right into her upper body! She winces hard in pain, clutching her chest, trying to blunt some of the blows only to be scooted back with each impact upon her fragile body. "MIKON!" comes a shout as she tries to move herself back, panting once she's a bit out of harms way.

    "Nnngh, Sendo... power? Never heard of that before." she scoffs, before kissing her ring, "Moon Cell, grant me your strength!" There's a brief beam of light that shoots from the sky down to the ring... and a quick transformation later, the fox is in bigger robes, with a hat between her ears and two ice-tail options on each side of her. "You don't like cold do you? Then I'm going to make you a frozen Jonathan!"

    Against her better judgement, the fox dashes right back in, swinging her body from side to side, allowing the ice-infused tail-options to swing and skewer themselves towards the hamon-using fighter, all the while, trying to study this man... seeing how he fights...
Jonathan Joestar Quirking an eye at her transformation, Jonathan figures that somehow, she's become more specialized with ice, or something along those lines. Ice was difficult to conduct with Hamon, a transmutive form of energy similar to sunlight which required to 'flow' through things. It had to be conducted.

Using his bare hands to stop the tail-attacks, Jonathan grits his teeth. His blood flowed freely from his palms as he pushes back against her. "Using the cold is a clever tactic, but I'm not so frail..!"

Jonathan began breathing in, a sign that he was circulating great volumes of Hamon through his body. The waves of sunlight rolling off of him began to turn a deep scarlet color as they gathered at his hands, before igniting into a deep red flame!

Pulling back, Jonathan pushed both his hands together and swung them like a hammer. "Explode! SCARLET RED OVERDRIVE!"

Just as he indicated, his fists release a powerful explosion, scattering heat and flame outwards like a blossom.
Tamamo no Mae     A clash of ice and fire, an antipode of sorts as she continues her tailassault, the cold sheets of ice doing their thing... at least until Jonathan grabs the twin options from their frigid assault. "MIkon?!" a surprised noise this time as she works herself in an attempt to be free of the grapple there...

    "I never took you for anything but frail, my giant of a man!" the breathing catches her... does he require a good air supply too? Tamamo's hands move up, prepping herself for this as the hammer-arm literally explodes in front of her, that scattering heat and flame, it lights some of the ground on fire from the beautiful blossom of an attack.

    Tamamo weathers through it, the chilly air around her deadening some... just some of that firey assault... "And don't take me for some common spellcaster, some ordinary robed mage girl." there's a pop as she moves her head back from side to side... THere's a quick hop backwards as the tail-options sway from side to side in front of her, launching a large ball of ice towards the, what she suspects, human. "Ice Cross. Frigid Mercy!" Once the ice ball is launched, there's a blue glow from the mirror before she launches a chakram of ice from it, letting it spin into the ground and arc up wards in an uppercut fashion, aiming for that arm!
Jonathan Joestar         "Guah!"

Jonathan cries out, having moved his arm to block the chakram. It dug into one of the spaces between his vambrace of rings, slicing him right to the bone. But by clenching his arm muscles, somehow, he stops the propelled weapon dead and pulls it from his arm, crushing it in hand. "Ngh .... I probably won't be able to use this arm anymore, huh?"

Jonathan speaks to himself, readying his stance once again. She was a truly formidable spellcaster, able to employ a variety of relatively simple but deadly and efficient spells to push him into a corner. Most mages he'd fought seemed to have the defenses of a wet paper bag, but she'd rolled with all of his blows. Thinking quickly on his feet, Jonathan had an idea.

Reaching down to grab a fistful of grass from the ground, he charges the clump with his Hamon! "Kooooh...."

        "Life Magnetism Overdrive!"

Rearing his good arm back, Jonathan tossed the now razor sharp and steel-sturdy blades of grass like a barrage of darts! They whistled through the air in an un-natural spiral.
Tamamo no Mae     There's a smirk, the sound he made from that chakram caused such a wonderful noise to the fox, "Ah, such a beautiful noise." she whispers, "This Caster is in such a good mood after hearing that." her ears perk, "Unable to use the arm? Poor thing, maybe I should cut it off at the shoulder, freeze it and bring it back to my Husband as a trophy. He brings me gifts, so why not bring him one."

    Tamamo's possibly a bit bloodthirsty right now... and there's another bit of that breathing exercise he's doing. She stands there. She holds herself steady as those razor sharp, steel-like grass blades are launched at her... and one of the tail options just comes up, bats it aside like the grass it was.

    "Really?" Tamamo shakes her head at this as a fog of cold starts to roll up from the tail-options, roiling up and moving rapidly towards Jonathan. "Curse." she starts, the area dropping in temperature, "Frigid Heaven." the cold smoke moves rapidly towards Jonathan, straight towards his head as she uses the chilled fog to try and choke him out of his air supply and damage his throat with the burning cold.
Jonathan Joestar A frown graces Jonathan's face. There was something offsetting here -- something evil about her, at least, that's the impression he got. The rest of his combatants, even when they were outwardly very dangerous looking and rabid foes wound up being usually genial people. But this was different.

And not just because she teased of dismemberment, but rather, it was as if she had a grudge of some kind against him.

"Gh ... this cold ... the atmosphere is changing, it's like I've been taken to the top of a mountain...!"

Hamon relied on respiration. Without it, he was finished; yet his mind still raced for ways to get out of this sticky wicket.

Breathing as best he could, he produced one last charge of Hamon within himself. It would have to be enough, he thinks, as he charges forth.

Fear unsteadies breathing, he recalled Zeppeli's teachings. Courage is the mastery of one's own fear, and so..!

        "Sendo Wave Kick!"

The rings lining his leg glow brightly as he delivers a roundhouse kick to send her spiralling into the air, discharging his Hamon through his leg as if it were a bolt of golden lightning.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo is an evil fox, at least if Jonathan knew anything about her legends and from how this is seeming....

    He didn't.

    "Of course..." she comments, "A wonderful feeling isn't it? The cold upon your skin, supping upon your body heat." she walks backwards to her planted trap. If he got near... oh it'd be nice. "Chilling you to the bone... forcing you to take shallow breath lest you freeze your lungs." all in all, Tamamo didn't even look cold despite the skin showing.

    "Oh, the human wishes to breathe in again? Tsk." she holds herself in place... her ears perking as the tail options get ready to block more grass ... though, what comes next is something she didn't expect.

    The tail options move up to try and block, but the kick is quick and indeed, it sends her spiraling into the air backwards, bouncing on the ground with a loud 'mikon!!'. rolling to a stop, she moves to get upon her knees, taking a pose of a damaged woman, soft and innocent and frail. "Stop... stop please." she calls out, looking towards Jonathan. "Stop... right there." there's a bright flash of an evil grin, and the talismans near Jonathan's feet, the same ones she set up before it went down, activate. "Icicle Skewer."
Jonathan Joestar The gentle giant gives pause -- despite his battle instinct screaming at him to continue his lead and pummel her into the dirt. By the time he realizes that he's been had, it's far too late and he finds himself impaled upon a mighty frozen lance, egregious amounts of his bodily fluids exiting his orifice in an unfortunate shower of crimson. "Gh....guh..."

The man stumbles blearily. He had no clue who she really was, but that smile on her face, and that glint in her eyes --

Indeed, since coming to the multiverse, he'd learned not to judge people so harshly at first glance. But those were the eyes of someone well and truly malicious. He wasn't going to die, he knew that, but ...

He didn't want a needlessly cruel person like her to win, either. With a chop of his good hand, he shatters the ice impaling him in one fell blow before jamming his fingers into his own diaphragm to work it, forcing it open painfully despite the low temperature. The damage being done to his lungs wasn't fast enough to overcome the restorative powers of his Hamon, surging through his body.

He had one shot. "Hamon of the Sun ... "

Even though he appeared to be walking, he appeared infront of Tamamo far too quickly, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as he quickly rears one arm back in a careful motion, before spearing it forward. "Sunlight Yellow --"

        "OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

His fingers closed into a fist as he drives an uppercut into center of mass, discharging incredible amounts of raw Hamon. Ususally, his Hamon would transmute into some form of element but this, this was assuredly the unbridled strength of the Sun itself.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo stays there in her 'damaged' look. "Men." she mutters, "There were a few I loved... a few that fell for my grace..." she sighs and smiles, then slowly picks herself up, brushing her dress off. She did, however, look worse for wear as she stares at the impaled human. "Such beautiful red." her three tails swish slowly, watching in awe, "You're free to tap out, you know, a loss won't hurt nearly as bad as that ice will." Tamamo slowly walks around the ice lance, keeping her distance.

    This man was an interesting one to be sure, the power he used felt familiar, but... where could she place it? Nothing she knew of right off the top of her head, no doubt. "My Husband demands a token."

    As she examines from afar, her ears perk up, hearing the flesh rip from the fingers being jammed into that diaphragm. "Are you nuts?" and the chop to the ice impaling... "YOu're no ordinary human, that's for sure, standing up to a Servant's attacks. I commend you.

    And there it is... 'sun'. "Using the Sun against a shard of Amaterasu? Surely you did not research." but the sudden appearance of him... those after images. "MIKON?!" she braces, but it's too late, the fist meets chest, that amount of Hamon energy sending her straight up and arcing over, the burning feel of the Sun itself torching her robes and her skin, bodily fluids expelling in a shower of crimson from the fox's mouth...

    And then she /lands/ with a heavy THUNK, bouncing a few times, rolling to a stop... she's battered, broken... and she does the impossible after that. She stands up.

    The tail options are gone... her robes are back to her normal outfit and worse for wear, damaged with decency. She coughs... "I... I commend you." she mutters, "I commend you a lot, but... I shall win. I shall have my victory."

    The mirror glows a malevolent purple and she points it towards the Hamon user. "Mantra, Bestial Sky..." comes a low growl, glowing purple herself then she shouts, screams it practically, "Curse! Chaos Heaven!" launching a massive wave of chaotic energy towards the human... "Suffer!"
Jonathan Joestar Jonathan struggles against the Chaos, but he can't breathe. He used everything he had already, perhaps if his wounds weren't so grievous, perhaps if he still had use of both of his arms, perhaps if he weren't faint from blood-loss ...

The curse finally comes to an end. A tall and rigid form stands strong in the smoke. Blood drips from his wounds, the hole in his torso showing that it had gone all the way through with Mount Fuji visible behind him.

Several seconds pass, but nothing happens. The giant of a man had refused to give in, but none the less, he was unable to change reality.

        Jonathan Joestar is --
            RETIRED!