JoJo's Bizarre Adventure owned by Hirohiko Araki

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

JoJo Bizarre's Adventure:
PRINCESS SWORD

~25~
'Never Tell Me the Odds'

"JOJO! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Oh-ho-ho. You should listen to this stubborn popsicle. I might just caaaatch youuuu."

Honolulu Coralheart, the enemy, easily won the battle with Larc N. Ciel.

The girl who wielded blue nunchukus that resembled sea-salt popsicles wielded the power of Hamon, which converts the energy in her blood cells to replicate the essences of the sun particles.

Hamon was light electricity – the better the conducter, the more effective her strikes would be.

Turns out – magical paint from a spray can are terrible conductors.

"As a Magician, I've heard about the powers of Hamon. Without wanting to drag on this narrative with a detailed backstory – I'll sum up to say paint is water based. Hamons is most effective if the contact is oil… Sorry for the checkmate."

"GUWAAAH!"

No matter how hard Larc N. Ciel tried to break through Honolulu Coralheart's offense, the enemies spray paint overwhelmed the Damphir. The Magician painted in the air a long silver chain and she coiled it around Larc, making it function and act like a coil of hard steel.

"Also, unlike electricity, Hamon doesn't far so well against Metal, no?"

"You b*tch!"

Larc N. Ciel fell over like a wrapped up popsicle and could only thrash about in anger. Even so, Honolulu Coralheart didn't even beat an eyelash to her.

"My true objective is to capture the current descendant of the Joestar Family. Once I bag little Joanna, I have no need for her mother who is no longer the current descendant in the family tree."

"If you dare touch one hair on Mother Jolyne's head, I'll—"

"Okay, I'll be sure to take off a limb or two."

"HAMON!"

"I told you, your powers are useless to metal, didn't you hear—GUBYAAAAH!"

Honolulu recoiled when her face was suddenly shot with a bullet… rather, the projectile was a bobby pin that moved as fast as a bullet from a pistol and stabbed itself into the pillar of the Japanese House.

The enemy recoiled, but was not dead. Instead, she clutched her scarred cheek as fresh blood fell from her wound.

Like any other girl who had her face cut open without warning – of courseshe was p*ssed.

And she glared down at Larc N. Ciel, who rolled out her tongue to pluck out another bobby pin from her mouth. Charging it with Hamon energy, she fired her second round.

Honolulu blocked the attack by spray painting in the air a grey slab, reacting like a stone brick, and both the bobby pin and the brick shattered like stale bread.

"You little – HALF-B*TCH!"

"GUWAAAAAAAH!"

Larc N. Ciel received a bare-footed kick to her gut from Honolulu Coralheart, and was instantly barraged by a flurry of stomps and drop kicks into her stomach.

"GUH! GAAAAH! GISH! GUBYAAA! GUUUUUUFF!"

"HOW – DARE – YOU – SCAR – A – LADY'S – FACE – EVEN – THOUGH – YOU – ARE – A -FELLOW -WOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!?"

Honolulu gave a loud scream, before ending her rage attack with one last stomp into Larc N. Ciel's stomach. It knocked the air out of the Damphir's newly reformed body, but not a sound was made.

The poor girl then passed out with her eyes wide open… unmoving.

"… Phew. Luckily, my body moved faster than my mind. At least the cut isn't too deep. Without enough rest, water, and massive consumption of the right fruits and vegetables, it should heal over in a week."

Honolulu Coralheart pulled out a compact from the top of her blouse, flipping it open to check her face. The cut was shallow, with some blood pouring out. It could easily be healed with a band-aid.

"But at least I got my battle stress out on the vampire toy, so I should be good to go in grabbing Jojo…. Hey, where'd she go?"

"… Nyoo-hoo."

"SH*T!"

Honolulu whirled around inside the living room with the Japanese table, Japanese tatami, and Japanese furniture all around.

No one was there… not even a stocking or sock.

Empty – like it was during the entire fight with Larc N. Ciel.

"Checkmate on you b*tch."

Larc N. Ciel smiled, a trickle of red escaping her lips at the sight of her enemy – before her world went black after a kick to the face.