Melvin clapped slowly for Jordan, "Oh, how amazing. You finally got your stand out after I attacked you."

"Sorry if I don't know how this works," Jordan groaned, "You're the first stand user I've met."

"You met Roman, didn't you?"

"He has one, too?!" Jordan didn't want to imagine the stand that he would have. Now he was even more glad he didn't get into a fight with that guy.

"It was inevitable that you would meet one, anyway," Melvin said to snap Jordan out of his own head, "Stand users are drawn to each other. That's probably what drew you to this town in the first place."

Jordan paused, "How does that work?"

"Stands are instruments of fate," Melvin explained, "As well as manifestations of our fighting spirit."

"Is your fighting spirit one weak toy?" Jordan mocked.

Melvin laughed with confidence, "Ho ho! Let me tell you something: The only reason that stands would be that small is if they have the power to make it viable, or if it's a part of a group."

Oh no, Jordan thought, part of a group?

Melvin cackled, and stretched out his arms. Similar to Jordan, a wild green aura surrounded Melvin. "Now, face the true power of my stand! SHINY TOYS!"

Coming from the aura, Jordan saw many new additions to his arsenal. A helicopter, a biplane, a tank, a small company of toy soldiers, five race cars, and a boat that...wasn't doing anything because it was on land.

"I'm glad you didn't open with that," Jordan admitted, "Though I wish I wasn't fighting you at all."

Melvin ignored his comment, "I thought being an outsider was bad enough. But not only are you an outsider, but an outsider with a stand! I'll be doing this town a service by making sure you can't use that stand again! SHINY TOYS! Rip him to shreds!"

The biplane and helicopter fired missiles as the soldier company let out a volley of shots. The racecars came jumping at him just like the monster truck, and the tank fired explosive shells at him. Champion hovered in front of Jordan, attempting to tank the damage, but the sheer amount of attacks was too much. Jordan's torso broke open with welts, large cuts, and small bullet holes all around.

Jordan let his body fall through the broken window and landed on the pavement. He saw streaks of green projectiles fly from the window above him. He struggled to bring his body onto his feet. He coughed up blood a few times.

"What the fuck?" He asked himself, "How is it possible that this is happening to me?" He yelled out in pain as he lifted his body upward, crawling away from the window.

Melvin groaned as he stretched himself out of the window. "I told you," He said, "Stand users are drawn to each other."

Jordan watched as Melvin took a few steps closer. Once he was three steps away from the wall, Jordan yelled out, "Stop right there!"

Melvin stopped, but still asked, "Why? Are you threatening me?"

"Champion can only get about a foot away from me," He warned, "If you get any closer, he'll beat you up."

"'He?' Your stand isn't a person, it's an it." He walked closer, getting about two feet away, "Just so you know, stands like mine only get faster the closer they are to me. That means, that even at this range, I can beat you up-"

"YATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!"

Melvin was knocked across the courtyard, spiralling through the air once he hit a patch of grass near the outside eating area of the school. He was bloodied, and the entire front of his body was aching.

"You motherfucker!" Melvin pounded his fist on the grass, "You lied about your range, you conniving bastard!"

Jordan, who was still bleeding himself, began to laugh at Melvin's misfortune, "Weren't you bragging about how you could beat me up even at that range?"

Melvin's green aura appeared around him again. Around him appeared the race cars and single monster truck from before. He lifted his body up and dropped himself onto the cars. Jordan watched as Melvin was driven off by a bunch of RC vehicles.

Jordan, on the other hand, laid back and allowed Champion to poke each one of the wounds he gained from the fight. Lightning reached out of its fingertips, and sealed the flesh back together with no scars or markings. It was very slow, but it was effective if Jordan allowed it.

He got back up, and dusted himself off. "Thank god my jacket is already red. Now I can just close it so nobody can see the immense amount of blood on my shirt."

Then he heard something from the gaming room. The door opening. That was when Jordan decided it was time to leave.

The lawn of Jordan's new house was still dotted with boxes, even after about a month of moving in. Those were mostly decorations that they hadn't put in yet. Things like posters, pictures, and souvenirs that Jordan and his mom, Rose, were procrastinating putting in the house.

"Jojo!" Rose exploded from the doorway at the sight of Jordan. Before he could wave back to her, she came barrelling after him, and swept him into an aggressive hug. Jordan stood passively as their glasses clicked together, his face was covered in her hair, and he was showered by motherly kisses.

She broke from the hug and immediately switched focus, "Hey, there's still some stuff on the lawn, huh? You don't have any homework, do you?"

"No."

"Then will you please help me move it in?" She began to pick one up. Jordan picked up one, too.

When he got inside, Rose asked the burning question, "So how was the first day of school?"

Jordan sighed quietly and said, "Good, I guess."

"Did you make any new friends?"

"...No."

"Aw!" As Jordan turned around, Rose hugged him again, "I promise it'll get easier. You're amazing and anyone that doesn't want to be friends with you is making a mistake."

Jordan didn't say anything back. During the hug, his eyes wandered up to the vent. He saw some figures coming down from the vent and onto a shelf of pictures. Were they ants? He couldn't tell.

Rose let him go, and walked to the lawn to get another item. Jordan didn't follow her out. He remembered those soldiers that Melvin had back when he blew him out of a window.

Jordan wasn't quite tall enough to see on top of the shelf, but he tried. First, he put his hand up there and dragged it along in front of the pictures to see if he felt anything. Nothing. Then, he slowly lifted himself up so that his eyes would peek just over the edge.

Staring back at him was, indeed, a tiny toy soldier. In a strange way, he seemed just as surprised to see Jordan staring at him. The tiny soldier raised his tiny gun up to his tiny shoulder and aimed at Jordan's eyeball.

"What are you looking at?"

Jordan spun his head back to look at Rose. Green pellets shot through the air and cut off a few strands of Rose's hair. She didn't even notice. Jordan dropped from his toes and got his head below the shelf.

"There was a ...spider."

"Oh?" Rose actually loves bugs.

"It's gone now."

"Aw," She turned to the kitchen, "Well, as much as I'd like to see it, there's still work to do."

Shit! He thought, why do I gotta be fighting in my own house?

He clenched his fist, and began to summon Champion to end this problem now. But as he was just getting ready to summon his stand, the light bulb in the living room flickered just for a moment.

Now, Jordan's mom is a strict skeptic. She doesn't believe in ghosts, nor God, nor spooks, nor specters, so if he told his mom that he had a punching ghost, she would probably think he has a mental disorder before believing him. Not that she doesn't trust him, but she wouldn't just believe him due to the sole fact that she gave birth to him.

Jordan could just...prove it to her by, say, juggling with his stand, but he's far too socially awkward for that. Instead, he decided that he would save his mom subtly.

Convincing her would be a whole thing anyway, Jordan thought, it's only a few tiny soldiers. How hard can it be?

Rose went outside to get something else, expecting Jordan to follow. He yelled, "Coming!" And waited for her to be outside of earshot of the room. Once she was a few feet away, he summoned Champion. His stand rose out of his body surrounded by blue sparks and lightning bolts. The light bulb audibly hummed as it became bright enough to obscure the room. The bulb only did this for a moment, as Champion immediately turned around and flicked each one of the soldiers into the wall with a quiet yatatata. They couldn't even react fast enough to avoid it.

Then Champion disappeared. The bulb went back to normal energy levels, and Jordan followed his mom out the door. That was smooth, he thought, but I saw a lot more soldiers back at school. I hope there aren't anymore.

"Hey, Jojo, can you please carry this box of wine glasses into the kitchen?" Rose asked, not waiting for the answer before dropping it into his arms, "Be careful, they're fragile and I spent good money on those."

Shit!

"Yeah that's fine," Jordan began his journey to the kitchen. He only needed to take a left turn from the front door to get into the kitchen. So he took a step through the front door, and quickly looked at his surroundings. So he went to the left, and went to walk into the kitchen.

They didn't even bother hiding themselves. Dozens of tiny soldiers were lined on top of the cupboards, ready for Jordan. At least they didn't shoot his mom once she came in the room. His mom was right behind him, about to enter the house with her own box.

Fuck it, Jordan thought, I don't have any other options!

Every light in the living room and kitchen flared up into a blinding light. Champion emerged from Jordan's body once again, its arms already in a position to block. Green tracers came flying from the firing line of soldiers, hitting Champion's body. Jordan could feel his own skin tear, and he bit his cheek in order to keep from yelping in pain.

"Woah, what is going on in here?" Rose asked, seeing the flaring lights.

"P-Power surge!" Jordan squeaked.

Jordan was trying to keep cool, but he couldn't really do much while he was being actively shot at by a firing line. Try as he might, he could not keep back wincing from the pain.

Rose started to walk over to him, "Hey, are you ok?"

Then Jordan saw one of the green tracers zoom by his face. He whipped his head around to see it hit his mother right in the shoulder. She immediately dropped her box, and grabbed at her shoulder.

"What the hell?!" She screamed.

Jordan took this moment to charge forward, getting the soldiers in range of Champion, and swiping them off of the cupboard, sending them into the air. Then he punched each one of them until their toy limbs broke off the bodies.

Then he set the wine glasses on the counter.

"Jordan!" Rose screamed, "Something...I don't know what happened, but I'm bleeding!"

"I'll get a band-aid!" He yelled back. He wished he could heal other people with Champion.

Stand user: Jordan Johannes

Stand: Champion

Power: C

Speed: A

Durability: D

Precision: A

Range: D

Potential: B

Ability: ?

Melvin has a lair. It's not an elaborate one, but it's his. He rests at the edge of his attic, sitting upon a large, comfy swivel chair in front of a TV and computer set-up. His desk houses video games, board games, modules for tabletop games, and a variety of consoles all hooked up to the same power strip for which he uses to pass the time.

He munches loudly on salty potato chips while playing Donkey Kong 64. In between munches, he speaks into his flip phone to an unknown ally.

"Yeah...Pretty fast…Not too tough...Yeah, you just gotta stay away...Like, five feet or so. I don't really know, he pulled a fast one on me and lied about his range," Break to shovel chips into his mouth and listen, "...No, no major abilities, but he glitched out the TV in the gaming club when he summoned i-Hold on, my mom is knocking." He put the phone on mute, "WHAT IS IT MOM I'M ON THE PHONE!"

His mom, from under the cellar door, "oh, um...it's just that...someone's come to see you-"

"I DIDN'T INVITE ANYONE!" He screamed.

Then the door dropped. Climbing up the steps into the attic was none other than Jordan Johannes. He said in a perfectly convincing tone, "I just thought you'd be happy to see me."

Melvin grimaced. He said into the phone, "Donny, I'll call you back." He paused his game. He fully turned in his swivel chair to see Jordan. Jordan was lifting the stairs to the attic back up. He put the tips of his fingers together, and slouched back.

"How'd you find me?" Melvin asked.

"How'd you find me?"

Melvin clicked his tongue, "Fair enough. My soldiers followed you."

"Oh," Jordan laughed, "I followed your soldiers here."

Melvin let out a sarcastic cackle, trying to keep cool, but clearly uncomfortable by the situation, "So what's the deal? Why come here to-"

"You see how I didn't beat the shit out of your mom while I came up here?"

"Ok, that's assertive-"

"You hurt my mom," Jordan glared at his foe, "She's not a stand user."

"I didn't do anything! My stands did!"

"Stands are a manifestation of one's fighting spirit, are they not?" Jordan hissed. That made Melvin recoil in his seat.

Melvin clenched his teeth, "So what are you going to do about it? You gonna take revenge?"

Jordan scoffed, "It's not noble. But yeah, you overstepped," He looked around the room. Other than Melvin's stuff, there was some storage laid about the place, "So here's what I'm thinking-" He laughed, "So you hit me out of a window the first time we met. So I think, to enact my revenge, I'm going to blow you out of a window, too." Jordan lifted up his finger, and pointed to the circular window right above Melvin, "Look. There's even a window shaped like you."

Melvin slammed his hands against the bars of his chair, and his entire body was shrouded in the deep green aura of his stand. "SHINY TOYS!" He shouted, "Kill him! Kill him now!"

Jordan charged forward, shrouded in an aura of his own. The lights flared, and the screen of Melvin's TVs began to glitch out due to the excess power. Melvin's army emerged from his body, and bullets of green came at him in a typhoon of power. Once again, Champion blocked most of it, though Jordan's body suffered under the pressure.

"You're weak, Johannes! Weak!" Melvin's heavier stands shot explosives and missiles at his legs, sweeping him off the ground and sending him colliding into the wood floor of the attic. In one simple move, Jordan was defenseless.

Melvin slouched back, losing the anxiety he just built, "You gotta get better at this," He mocked, "Already eating shit from my first volley. What kind of idiot charges into enemy fire? HEHEHEHEHEEEE!" He cackled at Jordan's failure.

But Jordan wasn't focusing on Melvin. He was crawling off to the wall, trying to get ever closer to his target: An outlet on the wall. As he got closer, he told Melvin, "I'd only walk into enemy fire if it would lead me to victory."

Melvin snorted, "What are you going on about?"

Jordan put his hand against the outlet. Then, Champion rose out of body once again. The lightning and sparks were more controlled than before, and Melvin's stuff didn't even begin to glitch out. But energy always has to go somewhere. Struggling to contain its own energy, Champion pushed the stand power into his fist, and swung it into the wall. All the electric power of the stand was squeezed into the outlet.

"Melvin," Jordan panted, "When I say I'm going to do something, I will do it."

Melvin heard something from his setup. He turned to see sparks coming from plugs, to see his TVs glitching once again, and all of his electronics surrounded in a field of blue electricity.

Then, Melvin watched as all of his games and entertainment went up in a colorful explosion.

Glass dug into his body from the screens, and bits of game cartridges flew out like dust in the wind. And as Melvin was launched from his seat, he landed right in front of Jordan Johannes. For a moment, they locked eyes.

"Do you remember what I said earlier?" Jordan asked.

Melvin's mouth quivered, but he was able to get words out, "That I...hurt your mom?"

"After that."

"That you walk into enemy fire?"

"Before that."

Melvin cringed thinking about it, "...That…you...were gonna send me through a w-"

"YATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA! YATA!"

And so, Melvin went spiralling through the circular window above his setup. His screams echoing across the horizon. Then, like a rock, he dropped into a convenient pile of leaves, though they didn't break his fall much.

"Melvin! My baby, are you ok?!" His mom ran out to see him.

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad his mom never asked for his name. He left the house as soon as possible, though that may have been the wrong choice. As Jordan left, something came trickling out of Melvin's ear.

Not blood from the battle. A bunch of tiny cubes.