Marshall kept his eyes down the hallway as another series of thuds sounded off from either the third or fourth room on the left. Though he had noticed a change in the rhythm of the thuds, a slight shift in the timing, only about half a second, but it made him hesitant to move forward. He also didn't want to risk being forced to reload if any of the bullets missed in case his opponent had speed. The thud sounded again and he quickly shifted his vision to the two doors on the left, though now he was positive it was the fourth. His instincts suddenly screamed at him and with surprising agility he spun and threw himself into the left wall with a solid thud.

He quickly identified the enemy stand; it was tall with a torso and upper arms composed of shifting 'shadows', a face mask where eyes should be with two M shaped slits, a torso that ever so slightly resembled football shoulder pads, and then a set of forearms that ended with a set of palms with a hole in the middle. He raised his pistol in response but the sudden and familiar sound of door opening drew his attention. He quickly glanced out of the corner of his and saw an arm leaning out of the door to the fourth room. He quickly turned his attention back to see a palm coming towards him and he dove away heading towards the now open door.

He quickly got his feet under him and continued his dash towards the door. The man now was almost completely out of the room and Marshall was able to make out the startled expression on his face. The man stepped all the way out, quickly produced a pistol from behind his back, and swung it around to be aiming at Marshall. Marshall retorted by bringing his hand up and quickly slamming the trigger and sending a hail of bullets down the hallway towards the man, and at the same time the man returned fire. With years of experience around firearms, and a few dozen lessons from his failure of a father, he was able to at least tell the trajectory of the bullet. He shifted his head, barely an inch overall, but it was enough to make one of the bullets that would have struck his ear to only graze it. On the other hand the man wasn't so lucky as all six of the bullets struck the man in the torso, sending him off his feet and to the ground with a resounding thud.

Marshall spun around on his heel to check how close the stand was, as six more bullets were crammed into the chamber. A sudden pressure around his ankle made him switch his attention back towards the man he had just shot. At this range he was able to see that underneath the dark t-shirt and leather jacket he had some sort of protection, probably a leather jacket. Though with how tight his grouping was it still would have left a bad bruise and most likely broken some ribs. The downed man suddenly swung the pistol still in his left hand up, spurring Marshall to swing his pistol aim to the man's head right as he spoke,"Made you look."

A sudden noise, something akin to cloth rubbing, sounded right behind him. Marshall tried to turn his body but the stands hand grappled around his throat and his free arm preventing him from turning all the way around. He was vaguely aware of the man moving out from under him while talking;" Game over lawman."

Marshall blinked once before realizing that something was happening with his vision; It was steadily growing darker. It stood out to him, even in this situation, because he wasn't close to passing out yet. His vision started to grow darker and darker as the man began to move towards him. Marshall twisted the arm holding the pistol to where it was positioned directly over the grappled arm, and from there he quickly pulled the trigger four times nailing the forearm of the stand for times. The pressure suddenly disappeared from both his arm and his throat as he heard the man swear loudly. Marshall took advantage of the lack of pressure as he turned away from the stand, lowered his shoulder, and rammed into his opponent. He heard the sound of both a human body and a gun falling to the tile floor. He continued past the man as his vision remained completely black, though he felt his foot connect with what he assumed was the man's head. He made it about eight steps before his ears picked up the sound of rustling cloth, and mumbled growling. Marshall turned his upper body backwards a little before extending his shooting arm and firing the remaining two bullets charged with『FOUGHT THE LAW』 . 'Guilty of Assaulting a government officer.' The two bullets flew from the chamber and Marshall knew that the bullets were homing in on the opponent. He almost smirked when he heard a frustrated growl sound from behind him, as he heard the bullets deflect og what he assumed was the stand. He took advantage of the man's shift in focus to dip into what he figured was the sixth door, based on the length of his strides and the distance between doors

As he darted through the door he groped with his free hand and managed to find the lightswitch...and then immediately bashed it with the but of his pistol after making sure the switch was in the down position. He felt his way along the wall, quickly putting together a plan as he finally reached the corner of the room. 'His stand likely works on proximity or time limit or he would have just attacked me with it, so if he wants to finish me off he has to come to me.."

Hetfield grimaced as 『FADE TO BLACK』moved out from in front of him, revealing a now empty hallway. He tried to bend down and grab the pistol but stopped when he saw his mangled left forearm, the result of Marshall unloading when he escaped the grab. He reached down with his other hand and was forced to pause once again, since he noticed that two of his fingers were mangled. He quickly thought back to when Marshall had fired, he knew one bullet had clipped 『FADE TO BLACK』's mask, but he hadn't noticed any damage. The only real downside to covering up his sense of pain was when stuff like this happened. He idly wondered if this was a decent idea before suddenly twisting the two mangled fingers into a semblance of normalcy.

He finally picked the gun up and adjusted his grip before returning to look down the hallway. "Lets see," Hetfield said out loud, an old nervous tick," I took his sight, and if he's as smart as his file says he probably knows it's a range based effect."

He rolled his shoulders and began to walk slowly down the hallway. '『FADE TO BLACK』has a range of thirty feet and it's effect persists for at least five feet after that,' he thought as he began to creep forward down the hallway. His working plan was to move slowly down the hallway trying to make sure Marshall stayed in range….though at the same time he had to be in range of Marshall's stand. That issue was one he was going to have to deal with though since his stand was sorely lacking in any sort of physical strength, so there was no way that it would be able to pummel him to death without risking a repeat of the initial grapple he did. "What the hell…."

He paused outside of the third door on the left before he directed 『FADE TO BLACK』to enter first. 'If 『FADE TO BLACK』enters first and nothing sounds off I can assume that it's empty because he has to basing his aiming on instinct.' He smirked as he quickly moved from the current room into the next his stand moving first. 'This, this plan is gonna work.'

Marshall steadied his breathing as he listened to the sounds both in and out of the room, specifically the footsteps. He had quickly noticed the lack of care in how his opponent carried himself and that let him know that he wasn't leaving the hallway. He heard the footsteps pause in the hallway again and he let his thoughts wander, mainly to how he had no idea who he was fighting. It was slightly worrying that he had no file on this person, not so much for the fight itself since he had no file detailing Owen Springs involvement with the organization. He did, however, have a file about the existence of Owen, in this case he had absolutely no idea who this was. It made him worry that there may be other people within the organization that they have no idea even exist. He snapped out of his musings when the footsteps resumed and stopped again only door away this time.

He shifted slightly as he heard the footsteps resume their steps and arrive and the door. The door slid open, a slight rubbing sound as it did, and he was able to pick out the slight sound of cloth rubbing as well. He picked the sound out as the one made by the stand and held his trigger as the sound moved farther into the room. '1-2-Guilty of Assaulting a Government Officer.'

He pulled the trigger six times, each bullet flying forward and homing in towards the guilty party. As the last bullet left the chamber he leaned forward and dashed forward following the all towards the door. He was able to make out at least one bullet colliding with the door frame, another sounded like it clipped the frame but it seemed to keep going. He reached the door as the sound of bullets colliding with a person, he also caught the sound of metal scattering across the ground again. He grabbed the door frame as he made it out the room and used it to swing himself back towards where he had started. He ran forward about eight steps before spinning around and quickly slotting a speed re loader into the now empty chamber of his model 27.

The sound of cloth moving across the ground returned, but quickly covering it up was the sound of a person coughing and moving. Marshall assumed it was his opponent getting off the ground, he adjusted his pistol and went to fire but the sound of cloth rushing forward made him backpedal in order to try and make some distance. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, he assumed his opponent had gotten them self into cover of some sort, which meant that it would be difficult to get any shot to hit him. He had to switch his focus again as the cloth rustling returned to his left, he quickly shuffled to the right and was actually able to feel the breeze left by the miss. He backed a few more steps up and focused in on the sound as the stand kept maneuvering towards him rather quickly, but the noise gave him enough of an indication of where he needed to avoid. Though he was going to have to start taking shots at the stand in order to figure out where the solid parts are. He pulled the hammer on his pistol back before suddenly having to backpedal to avoid another attempted grab and the vicious follow up. Marshall got his feet planted and quickly fired a single shot, the sudden ping of metal colliding with metal told him that the first shot had either missed or hit the incorporeal shadow like body. He clicked his tongue and quickly shuffled to the side to avoid what he assumed was another swipe by the enemy stand.

He prepared to fire again hoping to figure out the precise angle that would let him hit the solid parts of the stand. But a sudden series of gunshots, three to be exact, sounded from off to his left and drowned every other noise. He momentarily panicked at the gunshots and his inability to read the trajectory. A sudden pain in the center of his chest told him that his worries were very misplaced.

Hetfield looked down at his now hole ridden shirt incredibly thankful for his ballistic vest. 'Though,' he thought as he shifted his view to his right arm which now was completely unusable ," This is going to be problematic.' He guessed the bullet splintered the bone which basically meant that he couldn't aim the pistol anymore. He peeked around the corner and observed Marshall quickly getting away from 『FADE TO BLACK』, much to his annoyance. He glanced back down to his ruined forearms and the stream of blood that was coming out of it. It wasn't a major artery but the amount of blood that he was losing put a definite time limit on this fight. He glanced back towards Marshall as he fired a shot that phased through the torso of his stand. 'He doesn't know it,' he thought as he tried to plan,' But this fight has to end quickly.'

He glanced back his the gun in his hand as a quick plan in his head. He knew that Marshall had to be using sound because taste was useless and touch wouldn't do much here. So with that noted Hetfield pointed the pistol at the ground, looked towards Marshall, and pulled the trigger emptying the magazine into the floor.

The effect was instantaneous as Marshall spared a quick glance in his direction as the sound of the bullets covered up the faint sound that 『FADE TO BLACK』made while moving. He saw the hand connect with the center of Marshall's chest, sending him into the wall with a quick grunt of pain. Hetfield smirked and stalked out of the room confident that his stand ability had taken effect plunging Marshall into complete darkness.

Marshall let out a grunt as he felt himself collide with the wall, a dull ache coming from where the stand hit him. Any worry of possible damage he took from the punch quickly left his mind as his hearing suddenly became duller and duller. Soon he found himself only able to feel the wall behind him, the general coarseness of his clothes, and the solid floor under his feet. It was a surreal feeling for him, not even being able to hear anything but the blood rushing by his ears. If he put any value in meditation this would have been a very unique experience, but in this scenario….this was almost a death sentence. 'Key word being almost,' he commented to himself as he thought back to the only lesson his father had taught him.

~~1970-Fitzsimons Army Hospital~~

A ten year old Marshall stared at the, strangely dressed, teen across from him. His brother was never around, so his off putting choice of fashion never really got normal. The other reason he only stared was the fact his mom was making him spend time with his older brother. His brilliant idea had been to go to the old shooting range that was only ever used by people for drinking or smoking illicit drugs, something Marshall had decided wasn't worth doing. At least his brother wasn't doing any of those two things and another bonus to the whole experience was that they were shooting guns, which was something he actually did enjoy. Three concussive bangs rang out from the Type 51 each bullet flying true and hitting the target in a tight grouping. The teen chuckled through his cigarette, another thing that grated on him, and adjusted the wide brim hat that he was wearing, "You got it now brat."

"...Yeah, I was still a little off though," Marshall commented as he moved the pen from the unused target in front of him. It was for an exercise where he had to 'read' the trajectory and mark where the bullets were going to land before they hit.

The teen peered over and shrugged," Not bad for just learnin' it, shoot more and more and it'll just be natural."

Marshall nodded in acknowledgment but paused in confusion when he saw a blindfold come out of his pocket. His brother laughed, the cigarette somehow never falling out of his mouth,"Whats wrong, you look like a fucking dumb ass right now."

Marshall squinted at the language but just shook it off as a different type of sibling relationship," What's the point of shooting blindly, you're just going to miss."

"Look, you can't account for everything, dirt, sand, juice from a lime because somebody can't squeeze it right," seemed like there was a story there," and you're going to have to shoot, so you need to be able to shoot without seeing."

Marshall looked at him oddly before reaching for the blindfold, putting it on, and drawing the Model 27 that he had grown up using. He heard his brother chuckle before saying, "Maybe you'll live match up to me yet, probably not though."

Marshall almost laughed at how bad he did that day, and the fact his mind wandered there in this unfortunate situation. With no ears and no eyes all he had left were instincts and touch, both of which were good but still rather difficult to use on their own. He made sure the hammer on his gun was pulled back and loosened the muscles that had tensed in his worry. He needed this hit t-

A sudden blow to his side sent him sprawling on the ground letting him roll onto his face so his palm was on the floor. He felt a wheeze escape his mouth, and a little trickle of blood from where he must have bit his cheek. He strangled his breathing back under control and focused; The coarseness of his clothes, the trickle running over his lip, and from his palm the slight vibrations rolling throughout the floor. He tried to avoid wrinkling his brow or making any real movement in an attempt to disguise what his goal was.

It was difficult initially because he could feel two things moving, but he was quickly able to differentiate what he was feeling. It only took him about six seconds but he was able to tell that the user was approaching, based on the 'loudness' of the vibration, and was keeping his stand close by. Most likely he was still hesitant of 『FOUGHT THE LAW』and was waiting until he was positive his sound had taken hold.

Apparently that moment was right then, because he felt the lesser of the two vibrations suddenly move away and to the side. It made sense, in a way, since he had originally laid into the opposing stand when it grabbed him originally. However, He didn't account for the skills he had accumulated in his 32 years, rather his years in service..

In a fluid, almost rehearsed, movement Marshall exploded to a knee and squeezed out the remaining bullets while activating 『FOUGHT THE LAW』. As the bullets flew forward he guessed that he could have just fired the gun and hoped the bullets hit, but he never wanted to waste bullets. Especially since his stand was basically fifty percent skill and fifty percent homing, because all 『FOUGHT THE LAW』 did was make the bullets home in and not actually avoid any obstructions or deflections.

He left his thoughts behind and snapped back to his current dark and quiet reality. It was a few more seconds, exactly 22, and suddenly his vision began to return. It was like sludge being scraped off a window as the utter darkness began to ooze out of his vision, though his hearing returned at a quicker rate. He got to his feet and quickly looked over towards where he had felt his opponent through the vibrations and saw the body laying in a growing pool of blood. He winced a bit as he went to walk feeling the creek in his ribs but powered through to stand over the body.

He saw that his remaining bullets had impacted the chest, shoulder, and one had gone in and out of his throat. Marshall went to walk away before he paused, looked back at the body, and removed his handcuffs. He reached down and quickly handcuffed the two arms together, in doing so he was able to see how mangled they had gotten earlier in the fight.

One final click locked the handcuffs in place and Marshall stepped away from the body and began to reload his gun while quicking making his way down the hallway. He had a degree of faith that his deputies were going to be able to win their fights, or figure out a way around the opponent.

John kicked the plate door that had just dropped from the ceiling again in frustration. He and Seth had taken off down the hallway and were ready to fight if they needed to after Marshall had called out. The one damn thing he hadn't been ready for were these plate metal hazardous material quarantine doors. He didn't know why he didn't account for them, he had seen the fact it was a government medical research lab in the documents they had found so he should have figured that they would have this metal plating. It was required in all labs associated with the….why the hell did he know that.

John shook his head and got back to reality when he heard the not so subtle footfalls sounding off in the distance. He cracked his knuckles and started to get his body ready for a fight when he saw his opponent round the corner. He almost rolled his eyes at the large man who stomped toward him, it would have been imposing to most other people. But John couldn't find it in himself to care, especially since this was the bastard that put him in a fucking electric chair.

『RIDE THE LIGHTNING』came forward at the same exact time Leen summoned 『MR. EGO』 and he said, " Lets fuckin go!"

STAND STATS- 『FOUGHT THE LAW』

User: Marshall Horse (uses mothers name: Lawson)

Strength: N/A (Relies on the power of the gun)

Speed: D (Slightly increases speed of bullet)

Range: C (Bullet range increases by a slight amount)

Durability: N/A (It's a gun)

Precision: B (Homes in on target but doesn't actively avoid obstacles)

Potential: D

『FOUGHT THE LAW』is similar to『HERMIT PURPLE』in nature, as it is an effect that occurs whenever Marshall is in contact with a gun associated with law enforcement . The words 'LAW WINS' appear in small print in stripes that cover the gun, at this point Marshall can declare a crime and fire the gun. The bullets then naturally home in on the nearest person who violated the crime, but do not naturally avoid obstacles meaning that if the opponent is behind a wall the bullets will simply collide with the law. To change the crime the gun is focused on Marshall has to reload the gun.

User history: Born to the nineteen year old daughter of a Drill sergeant when she had a one night fling after a night of heavy drinking. He grew up surrounded by military procedure and rules and that shaped much of his life. He eventually joined the Marines, but found himself the subject of MK-Ultra 908 when he was shot during one of his deployments. Soon after he developed his stand when he grabbed his old Model 27 for cleaning and the word "LAW WINS" spread like roots all over it. He finished his service and soon after joined the 'Bizarre' incident investigation division of the FBI, and with a string of successful operations he was assigned to the Mortis investigation. He encountered Joy about three years into the current seven year operation and decided then he was going to save her from being a victim by proxy of Mortis.