I'm now about to give you an idea of how My Band works when someone isn't able to beat it a second time. Disclaimer: I don't own Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, or Overlord.

Spirit Tracks Chapter 39: Buser's Final Fate

"The time has come for glory!," Buser said as he addressed those bafolk soldiers loyal to him, "I, the mighty Buser, have proven how weak and pitiful these so-called Stand users are! I left one of their number, barely alive and crawling away with his tail between his legs, as a warning to all others! That we are the true superior might in all the realm! We no longer need Yaldabaoth! My strength alone will see us through this war! Now my brothers, we march on the Holy Capital! Hoburns will be ours!" The soldiers cheered at Buser's words, and proceeded to march toward the capital, unaware that they were being lead to their doom. Not just by their enemies, but by their own allies as well.

Ticket to Ride pulled into the station, Remedios spotting Calca already on horseback. "They're already preparing for another attack," she noted. "It's fine," Momonga said, "Most of the bafolk are of middling strength. Buser is obviously stronger, but he will be drawn to attack Ulbert, which will cost him greatly." They disembarked, and Momonga noticed Ulbert on a horse right alongside Calca. Remedios blanched at the sight. "My Queen! You give him a royal steed!?" Calca blushed. "Well... We've gotten quite close since you were away."

"Really, Ulbert?," Momonga said, annoyed, "We have plenty of political power as is. Do you really need to become consort to a queen?" "Hey, it's not like that!," Ulbert pointed out, "We kinda got to talking while waiting for you... And I couldn't help but be charmed by her beauty and personality..." "What Lord Ulbert is trying to say," Demiurge chimed in, "Is that his infatuation with Calca is genuine, with no ulterior motive behind it." Remedios blinked. "A Holy Queen and Demon King. Talk about a bizarre situation." "Sit in on a Joestar family reunion," George quipped, "You'll walk away with some stories."

Their attention was drawn to the sound of marching from the bafolk forces. "Our arrival was well-timed," Zesshi noted. George nodded. "Hekkeran. Perhaps Foresight should give them a warm welcome to the Holy Capital." Hekkeran grinned. "With pleasure! Ready all weapons guys!" The bafolk were shocked at the appearance of the train that seemed to make its own rails with which to attack. "Ticket to Ride!" "Love Train!" "Peace Train!" "Crazy Train!" The four trains split off to attack individually. Arche literally blazed a trail with the mechanical dragon on her Stand.

Roberdyck sent his Stand through the bafolk forces, the axes on Peace Train chopping through them like so much timber. Many bafolk found themselves smoldering from the plasma beams from Love Train, while Ticket to Ride left the battlefield much messier with it's three main weapons. Buser growled at the sight. "Do not fear, men! They cheat with the power of their vehicles! Let us keep marching, and show them the meaning of true strength!" The bafolk cheered as they charged the battlefield. "He's not lacking for charisma," Zesshi noted.

Ulbert spotted Buser racing towards the main gate and grinned. "And now to show the true power of My Band." He snapped the reins of his horse Nightingale, racing forward to meet his destined opponent. Buser laughed. "You face me again? This time I won't even leave a corpse behind!" He moved to strike at My Band, but got a shock. My Band had grabbed his arm, and was exerting a powerful grip. "Here's the thing," Ulbert said, "You only won last time because I let you. The first time someone faces my Stand, it is deliberately weakened. That way, its curse can take affect."

My Band plowed its fist into Buser's solar plexus, causing him great pain and knocking the wind out of him. Ulbert grinned at the fading look in the bafolk's eyes. "This is normally how my Stand is unleashed. Though it was first against DIO that I learned it's not a perfect power. There are some people, especially other Stand users, who can overcome it. But you... You just don't have the strength needed. But you haven't reached the point of hopelessness yet. Allow me to push you over the edge! My Band!" The goat demon Stand started nailing Buser with a flurry of punches. "MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI MURI!"

One final blow left Buser in the ground. "MURI!" The other bafolk looked shocked at seeing their leader beaten so easily, and by someone he had previously overwhelmed. Buser now looked beyond fearful, like there was nothing left of his former strength. "No... Please... We were forced into this... Yaldabaoth and the others... They told us we could have anything we wanted..." Ulbert scoffed. "You're not telling us anything we don't already know. But it seems you understand now. That no matter how strong you are, you can't win every fight, and you can't do everything on your own. Without Yaldabaoth, you're nothing."

"We've just received word of Buser's capture," Yaldabaoth reported to Barbro. "Have our forces at a spot where the execution can be observed," Barbro replied, "He can still have use as a martyr." "I'm afraid there won't be an execution," Yaldabaoth said, "The effect of Ulbert's Stand was more pronounced than we realized. He was too far broken to consider even capturing, much less executing, and thus he was returned to his people. We still have control of the majority of the bafolk warriors, but if they learn of what happened to their leader, it will dishearten them to further conflict rather than galvanize them against Roble."

Barbro sighed. He wasn't expecting Roble to be so merciful, especially not in such a cruel manner. "Then make sure Buser's condition is not known to those bafolk still loyal to us. Occupy them by having them seek reinforcements from the other beastman tribes while we try to come up with a way to prevent Buser from contacting them." "I'll see it done," Yaldabaoth replied, "We can have replacement forces in as little as a week. But this will slow down our efforts to take Roble, and we know the other three nations are mustering their forces as we speak." "I'm all too aware," Barbro admitted, "George and Momonga are quite skilled in the long game it seems..."

Ulbert's battle cry of "MURI" can be loosely translated to "impossible". Basically he's saying, "You really thought you could beat me!?" Read and review.