Reviews:

Spellflame: I think for now I'm gonna stick with canon stands since they're the ones I'm familiar with and can theorycraft cool fights with. That and I've never heard of the stand and I don't want to read an entire story just for one stand.

Lean: Oh its absolutely held back by the user, even if it just hid in the user's eyes, that is an untraceable stand that can attack with deadly blows so long as the user is looking at the target, that is absolutely nuts and that's just hiding in the eyes. There's so much potential that we never get to see since Centerfold was so garbage.

Magician's Red: Requested by Takia5683

"I won't be gone long, and please do try to be considerate of the other guests and not be too noisy," Avdol requested of the two mature teenagers and the two immature grown men sitting inside the single room.

They needed to go for a supply run, nothing much, just some preserved food and granola bars, as well as some water for what's sure to be a grueling trip through the rest of egypt. Sure, they had already made it through the expanse of desert that Egypt is known for, but it's Egypt. It's way too hot to consider travelling without any bottled water. So, being the only consistent responsible adult in the group, Avdol volunteered to go.

"What do you take us for?" Polnareff questioned. "Children?"

"Jotaro and Kakyoin? Occasionally," Avdol admitted, "You and Mr. Joestar? Absolutely." And with those parting words, Avdol stepped out, leaving a ranting Polnareff behind for the rest to deal with. No one said he couldn't be petty from time to time.

The trip to the store was thankfully uneventful. No insane stand user sprouting out of nowhere to try and assassinate him while he was alone, no vampires trying to enslave his mind, just a normal trip to a grocery store. Bags in hand, Avdol pushed open the doors to the lobby of the inn they were staying at, frowning at the lack of noise in the building. It was admittedly fairly late, thanks to a certain old man demanding a specific type of granola bar for his old man stomach to handle, but surely there would still be someone manning the front desk.

Avdol walked up and rang the bell, waiting for a response… nothing. A bright yellow sticky note caught his attention, the words 'Out for a smoke break' written on it. Avdol paused. That didn't seem like something someone who wanted to keep their job would do, but in the end, he moved on, deciding to think about it later.

As Avdol ascended the stairs, he grew more aware of the deafening silence within the inn. It really sounded as if not a single person in the entire inn was making even a sound. Not even a riley Frenchman or boisterous American. Avdol sprinted down the hallway to their rooms, failing to notice a pale white hand sink back into the floor where he had been standing.

Reaching the first of three rooms, Avdol threw the door open, looking for any sign of Jotaro or Kakyoin. "Kakyoin? Jotaro?" He shouted into the empty room. Damn. He tried the next room, where Polnareff would be sleeping by himself only to find the same results, an empty room untouched. However, it was their third room, where he had left the four stand users where he saw a difference. Where there should have been wrinkled covers and open cans of beer and juice from the party of four staying there, all of it was gone, with the exception of one discarded cigarette by the door of the room.

Avdol charged out of the room, following the faint scent of cigarette smoke as best he could. As he ran, he commanded Magician's Red to summon its flame chandelier, a flame capable of detecting a person's vitals or stand energy. The flame pulsed as it scanned the area, floating beside Avdol as he charged down the inn hallway. It was clear a stand user had attacked while he was gone and a powerful one at that. What abilities did it have? How powerful was it?

...was he already trapped in its ability?

Avdol stopped, a small trail of smoke wafting its way out from the door of a supply closet. He tensed. He could find anything behind this door, he had to be prepared. A quick glance showed that there were no breathing people or any stands nearby for the moment. With a deep breath, Avdol opened the door to see a messy closet, nothing out of the ordinary except for the limp human hand sticking out of the back wall of the closet, clad in a recognizable black gakuran.

Sweat ran down Avdol's shocked face, his breath stolen from him. "Jotaro! Shit! Magician's Red!"

The bird faced stand rocketed towards the wall and threw a flash of fire at the wall surrounding the arm. The stone melted and from it, the rest of Jotaro's body emerged, completely fused with the stone of the inn wall, ending where the hand was visible from the previously intact wall. Jotaro's stone trapped face was one of cold glare. One could only guess that he had tracked down the enemy here before getting trapped and taken down. Avdol picked up Jotaro's lit cigarette from the floor, still burning slowly and letting its smoke fade away.

"...It's still lit." He observed, "This fight was recent."

The flame flared outwards, Avdol pivoting on his feet and commanding Magician's Red to throw its fire at the hand that had reached through the floor of the supply closet. The hand immediately pulled back, leaving only the floor to be scorched by the intense blast of flame. The flame signalled the stand was retreating and Avdol ran to follow this unknown enemy. It led him back towards their rooms, and laying in their bed was a young man with unkempt green hair, with unfocused lazy green eyes.

Silence permeated the air between them. Avdol stood tensed and at the ready while the unknown kid lazily laid on, barely even acknowledging the fierce fire stand wielder.

Finally, he let out a sigh, "It's really unfortunate that you weren't her when I attacked. I would have preferred to start my fight with you. Y'know," he shrugged, "take you out early and lighten my load."

"I would imagine that Jotaro would be the toughest fight for any stand user, so why start with me?" Avdol asked, prying for as much information as he could.

"That kid? He was easy. Couldn't land a single punch," he sighed, "Kid can throw one hell of a glare though. Seriously gave me chills even while I finished him off."

Avdol's face darkened at the mention of Jotaro's fate, "Can it be reversed?"

For the first time since he entered, the kid glanced at Avdol, "Reversed? Yeah, but I see no reason why I should betray Lord Dio and free them. So they're gonna stay like that for a good long while." Avdol's breath froze, sweat dripping down his tense face. The kid raised a brow before gaining a thoughtful look on his face. He raised a finger to his chin, "Oh yeah, you've only seen Jotaro so far, haven't you?"

The kid rocked back and forth before jumping off the bed, staring uninterestedly at Avdol with a dead side-eyed stare. "I started with Kakyoin. Didn't want him stretching his stand and telling everyone to run, after all." He took a step towards Avdol, "Joestar was next. He couldn't do anything to me with his stand, but I know a clever man when I see one." Another step, "Polnareff was hardly even a challenge. He ran right at me and like that, he was gone." He was almost face to face with the taller indian stand user. "Jotaro did his best, but it was really just a terrible matchup. There's not much a basic power type stand like his can do to mine." He stood a mere foot away from Avdol, hands shoved in his pockets. "I took him down, and now here we are."

The two stood stock still, the chilling glare of one man meeting the uninterested stare of another, neither making a move to attack the other. The kid leaned forward, "Two things: first of all, I'm Naofumi Iwatani. Forgot to say that earlier. Secondly, you really shouldn't let your opponents get so close to you."

A white and brown stand sprang out from the now named Naofumi, its hand outstretched.

"Flame Barrier!" Avdol commanded, a fierce flame burst out from his body, covering him in a protective shroud of fire. A powerful defensive move, it generally deterred any physical attacks, though it did come at the detriment of some visibility.

The stand pulled back, Naofumi scoffing in annoyance. Instead, it plunged its hand into the floor of the room, pulling out a hefty chunk of the tile flooring and threw it towards Avdol with strength befitting a C class power stand. Magician's Red shattered the tile with its claw and screeched blasting fire at the enemy stand and their user. The two dodged around the blasts as the Flame Barrier fizzled out.

Seeing their opportunity, the two rushed forward, weaving around the fires thrown by the avian stand. They closed the distance quickly, and the unknown stand leapt forward with its hand drawn back. Magician's Red materialized in front of Avdol, having used the smoke of the fires to draw itself back to its user, and attempted to throw out an upwards rake, only for its hand to phase harmlessly through the stand. The stand's fist met Avdol's cheek with a resounding crack, throwing the fire stand user's head to the side and making him cradle his cheek.

"You shouldn't be so reckless when you don't know an enemy's abilities, Avdol," Naofumi smirked, "It makes you seem like a novice."

Avdol tsked, his stand throwing fire towards the ground in front of him, creating a large fire wall which he used to cover his retreat. Don't know an enemy's abilities? He's a fortune teller by trade and a veteran stand user, he was far more knowledgeable on stands than damn near everyone. So how did he avoid his blow? Wasn't his ability merging people with surfaces?

...or maybe that's just a consequence of his true ability.

Avdol ran towards the open lobby, calming his breath and preparing for the next bout. He knew enough, it was time to enact his knowledge.

Naofumi gazed at the man, standing idly in the center of the lobby, from his place phased partially through the ceiling. It was typical of his luck to leave the biggest counter to his stand as the last one left, just great. But all the other users were taken care of and there weren't any civilians to get in his way. He phased the rest of the way through the ceiling, hanging only by Wireframe's hold. A quick nod and the stand dematerialized, dropping its user as he closed in on his sneak attack.

He widened his arms for a grapple and prepared Wireframe's ability as he fell towards the unsuspecting stand user… only for the man to sidestep his hold and not even attempt a counterattack while Naofumi sank into the floor.

'What?' Naofumi thought as Wireframe lifted him towards the surface. He breached the stone floor and glared down at his opponent, "Why didn't you attack? Have you realized it's useless already? It took Jotaro at least twenty punches before he realized he couldn't even touch me." Naofumi spat. Naofumi expected the older man would get ticked off by the comment, maybe try to avenge his friend, something along those lines… but he wasn't expecting him to laugh.

"Well, you're right about one thing, Naofumi. No matter how hard I try, I simply won't be able to touch you," Avdol spoke in a self satisfied tone, "So at first I thought your stand simply made you invulnerable, but if that were the case why would you avoid any of my attacks like you did?"

Naofumi scoffed, "I don't enjoy getting soot on my clothes."

That got a chuckle from Avdol, "A valid excuse perhaps, but that doesn't excuse how all my friends are suddenly stone statues of themselves. Stands can truly only have one ability. Any other abilities it may seem to have are just extensions or niche uses of its main ability. Those are two wildly different abilities that simply don't correlate with one another."

"That doesn't change the fact that you can't touch me you prick!" Naofumi roared as he charged Avdol, falling through the floor with Wireframe.

Undeterred, Avdol continued his explanation, unsure if his adversary could even still hear him, "This begs the question, if you're not invulnerable, how are you evading my attacks? And its this question that brings me the final piece of the puzzle. Jotaro was encased in stone, but his cigarette wasn't. I may not be able to touch you, but I can still make you burn."

Avdol threw his arms up and linked them together in a pose before throwing them down towards the floor, "Crossfire Hurricane: Special!"

Magician's Red screeched and unleashed a tidal wave of flaming ankhs towards the ground, each one impacting the ground around the stand user and exploding with incredible force and heat, blasting out chunks of stone and dirt all around him. One after another, the ankhs carved away at the ground. Five. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Avdol was melting from the sheer heat he was exerting. Finally, a blast resounded with an accompanied cry of pain as Naofumi was thrown violently from the ground, crashing and sliding across the superheated stone of the inn floor.

Tears sizzled as they ran from his eyes, various burns littered the boy's body as he cradled his hands which seemed to have taken the brunt of the damage. Already they were blistering and a layer of char seems to have covered the left one. Avdol took aim, ignoring the pity he felt towards the boy for being a puppet of DIO.

No matter. Soon enough, this would be over.

"Crossfire Hurricane!"

The final flame ankh crashed into Naofumi's unguarded side, throwing his body violently into the opposite wall of the room, engulfed in flames. A quick glance confirmed the boy's unconscious state. Avdol snapped, the flames around the entire room dying out in an instant.

He approached the boy's still body, "It would have been easy to kill the others. They were completely under your control and you let them live, no assassin of DIO would do anything close to that, which means…" he brushed the messy hair of the boy upwards, revealing a pulsing flesh bud on the crest of his forehead. "You were an unwilling puppet."

Avdol smirked, "A bit of time to heal, and one flesh bud removal, and you can show DIO how much he'll regret losing a powerful stand user like you." He picked the boy up, carrying him towards their room, "Welcome to the team, Naofumi."

Notes:

Just gonna casually drop this... You know how it is.

Anyway, this is my favorite matchup because of how perfectly Wireframe is just hard countered. Literally there's nothing he can do. Sure, physical attacks completely don't affect him, but the sheer amount of fire Magician's Red can produce and even control is more than enough to counter the stand in its entirety. And that's not even considering some of Avdol's underutilized but ridiculously broken techniques like the unnamed detector flame. No wonder he got so few fights in the part, he's absolutely broken.

Why are some part 3 stands absolutely useless and other's absolutely broken. Star Platinum, Emperor, Magician's Red, Silver Chariot, The World, Horus, Cream, and Sethan are all unbelievably broken and then there's some like Khnum and Tohth, or Tower of Gray and that whole motley crew of joke stands.

Jeez man. The power gap is crazy.

- RandomA99