King: 99 chapters!

Knox: Holy shit!

King: Really, Knox?

Knox: Can you blame me? I could try to fight it, but we all know how it would go.

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Sparks and fires flew between the two like a flurry of a punches.

King: ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!

Knox: MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA! MUDA!

Inspiration: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

Note: It's the end of the season, so spoilers for those that care.

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Yang came down from her laughing high, "That was fun."

The screen started to form the next world over time as they spoke.

Ruby nodded, "Yeah. Especially with the one before it."

Coco chuckled with a nod, "True. And I've got a few new ideas for some new outfits."

Velvet rolled her eyes and grinned. She looked up to the screen again, "Oh! It looks like the next one is ready."

The screen opened to show Jaune standing in an empty street in the middle of the night. He was dressed in a long black coat with a chain connected to the left side of the collar. His pants were held up using a pair of thin belts with two sets of colors each, formed by alternating triangles. His hat also seemed to blend into his hair.

Yang started to laugh, "What is that? Where does the hat end and the hair begin? I wonder how he does that."

Coco felt a shiver go up her spine. This version of Jaune was a god damn hunk! On one hand, it wasn't fair. On the other, there's enough competition for the guy as there is.

Jaune was glaring toward someone off screen.

The camera moved around to show a figure standing on the opposite side of the street. He was a man slightly shorter than Jaune and dressed in a sin tight black shirt, yellow pants, a yellow jacket, and with several light green hearts on his knees, belt buckle, and headband. He had dark hair that was slicked back, but still wild.

Cinder raised an eyebrow. He looks a bit like Tyrian, but… less insane? If anything, he almost seemed like a combination of Tyrian and Watts.

Tyrian laughed. "I've been waiting for this for too long. I've already dealt with Nikos and the old man."

The camera moved over Jaune's shoulder to show Ozpin lying on the ground behind him. A knife was embedded in his throat and blood ran down over his chest.

Ozpin sighed. It wasn't the first time he'd seen himself die on this screen. And he's lived far too long to really let it get to him. But it was still hard to see sometimes.

Jaune's glare intensified, but he remained silent for the moment.

"I'm sure Schnee is hiding around here somewhere. But that doesn't matter." Tyrian pointed toward Jaune, "You're next, Jaune Arc."

Jaune tightened his fist and started to walk toward him, "You bastard."

Tyrian grinned, "Oh? Coming closer despite the fact that your grandfather, Ozpin, told you about the power of my Stand? Are you so quick to throw out is last words to you?"

Qrow covered his mouth with his fist to hold back a snicker, "Really? The kid is Oz's grandson?"

Ozpin blinked in surprise. His past lives had children, but he never considered it in the current world. At least… not yet.

Ruby's head tilted slightly, "But what's the part about standing?"

No one had an answer for the moment. But they would soon.

Jaune continued to glare daggers toward his opponent, "I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer."

Yang laughed and clapped her hands before pumping her fist toward the screen, "Love that! I like this version already~!"

Tyrian's grin never faded, "Oh? Well, come on then~" Tyrian started to move toward Jaune as well.

The camera moved upward to spin around the scene as the two approached toward one another in the street. Once they were only a few feet from each other, the camera snapped to Jaune. The air around her seemed to sparkle with rainbow stars, then a silver blue skinned humanoid with dark hair dressed in battle gear, that seemed to look a bit similar to Jaune, seemed to shoot out from the shimmering air and charged toward Tyrian. ORA!

Yang jumped in surprise, "What the heck is that?!"

No one could even begin to understand.

Another being appeared, one with a golden body, armor, and being rather muscular. He was opposite the one created by Jaune, likely formed Tyrian. The golden warrior blocked the silver's punch with a kick. The force of the blows created a small crater next to Jaune and ripping his pants and turned the skin beneath it red.

Tyrian laughed, "Too slow. Too slow! The World is the ultimate Stand."

"Okay. So, the people that just appeared are called Stands," Gira surmised.

Kali nodded, a finger resting on her chin in though, "But what are they?"

Tyrian's grin spread, turning sadistic, "Even without the power to stop time, its power is far beyond your miserable Star Platinum."

Jaune got a bit defensive now, "Woah, what?! Stop time? How is that fair?!"

The Jaune on screen was significantly calmer, "So, it's the same type of Stand as Star Platinum… Not much range but immense power and precision."

Tyrian crossed his arms and chuckled, "I wanted to test you and your Stand to see just how much more powerful The World is, but it seems that won't be necessary after all."

Jaune raised an eyebrow before looking toward his leg, "What? Because of this? Doesn't even hurt. Though, I guess you did ruin my 2,000 Lien pants."

Nearly everyone with a drink choked on it in that moment.

Velvet looked up to the screen, eyes like dinner plates, "Who would spend that much on pants?!"

Coco shook her head. "No kidding. I will readily admit that fashion is expensive, but 2,000 Lien should be, at least, a full outfit of some of the best clothing."

Tyrian's grin fell and he looked to Jaune with a sense of annoyance, "Why must everyone in your damned family be so stubborn to admitting defeat?" His grin returned and he held his arms up in a what can you do motion, "Fine. I'll rise to your provocation and test you a bit more."

The World materialized again and charged forward, punching at a blocking Star Platinum. Platinum pushed The World back and unleashed a flurry of kicks, none of which hit home as The World blocked with a street sign. The two collided again with The World's hand slamming a chop down onto Platinum's raised elbow. Platinum pushed The World back and punched toward its head. With each punch, he shouted ORA! with a voice similar to Jaune's. The World moved its head to the side to dodge the first punch. As the second flew toward him, The World hadn't moved fast enough and a small cut formed on his cheek from Platinum's attack.

A similar injury appeared on Tyrian's cheek.

Everyone jumped a little at the sudden injury.

Weiss shook her head and rubbed her eyes to try to figure out what she'd seen, "What? But… He didn't get hurt, the golden Stand thing did."

Ozpin tapped his mug in thought. "I wonder…"

Glynda looked to the headmaster, "What is it, Ozpin?"

"I may have a theory as why this happened. There's not much to work with through it, but I think those Stands are like our auras; extensions of ourselves. If that were the case, it would explain the similar, seemingly spontaneous injury."

Port thought it over for a moment, "If one is injured, so too is the other… That would be the most likely reason."

Platinum continued to punch toward The World before being blocked the golden Stand's fists.

Tyrian smirked, "Shall we compare the punching speeds of our attack rushes now?" He brought his hand to his cheek, showing it to heal as it moved away.

Platinum began his flurry of punches, coupled with an unending stream of ORA! The World did the same, uttering Tyrian's battle cry of 'useless' as spoken in Jaune's native tongue, MUDA! MUDAs and ORAs flew with every punch. Their arms were blurs and the air shook with each impact.

Yang was amazed to see the scene and grinning from ear to ear. "Woah~! This is awesome!" She swung her fist upward with a hardy "Ora!" of her own.

As the two beings continued their onslaught, Jaune and Tyrian started to float up into the air from the forces they were creating. The two, themselves, hadn't moved from their spots, the Stands fighting between them as manifestations of their fighting spirits.

Oobleck nodded, "It seems Ozpin was correct."

Tai chuckled a bit, "Wish I had one of those."

To the world around them, they saw nothing between the men as the force of each impact rushed through the wind. The World slipped a feint passed Platinum and landed a heavy hit to the cheek, causing blood to gush from new wounds on Jaune's cheek.

Roman burst into laughter at the sight, "Kid didn't even flinch!"

Tyrian placed his hands on his waist and laughed, "It seems my Stand truly is more powerful and precise. I'm satisfied now. So, let's be rid of you! I've learned from my past. I will not show mercy, simply kill you quickly! Now, the true power of my Stand! The World! Stop Time!"

The world around him turned to negative through a ripple effect before returning to a muted normal world. Everything was still, save for Tyrian and The World. Tyrian smiled and moved toward Jaune. "Today, your damned bloodline ends. I'll finally be rid of my age old enemies who would dare make an appearance in my destiny." Tyrian raised his hand to strike at a Jaune that couldn't fight back. "Farewell!"

This just pissed Yang off, "Asshole can't even earn it…"

The camera zoomed to Jaune's hand as it twitched.

Tyrian saw the motion and jumped back. That shouldn't be possible. "Did he just…"

Jaune was still. Muted and unmoving. Then, his hand flinched again.

Tyrian was in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. "They… they are the same?"

Ruby brought her fist onto her open palm. "Oh right! Jaune said their Stands were similar. They must have similar powers, too."

The camera zoomed to Jaune's eyes, still filled with color.

"Can he see me, or did his hand move subconsciously?" Tyrian growled, "Tsh… Time's up."

The world returned to normal as The World's powers hit their limits. When time moved forward again, Tyrian was behind Jaune. Jaune turned to face the man with a glare.

Tyrian returned the glare in kind, "Could you see me?"

Jaune was silent.

"I said could you see me, Jaune Arc?!"

"Who knows? I have no idea what you're talking about, Tyrian."

Yang was loving this version. Good looking, strong, witty… It was awesome! She liked to think it reminded her of herself, if puns can be considered wit. But that's subjective at this point.

Jaune's aura flared, his fighting spirit allowing him to fly back down toward the ground. As he approached a building, Platinum appeared again and righted his course to fly along the streets.

Tyrian followed after him. "It doesn't matter! If you can move in my realm of stopped time, then let's see you move!"

Tyrian thought back to the first time he'd entered his space of stopped time. He had one of his underlings shoot him with a shotgun to test the speed and precision of The World. At first he thought it was simply his heightened reaction speed, like a boxer or people in accidents that experiences seconds as though they were minutes.

Tyrian went off into a manic laugh, "Now! Jaune Arc! I shall see just how powerful you are and strong I have become! Five seconds in a world beyond time! Let's see you just try to move! The World! Stop Time!"

The world shifted to a muted form again. Tyrian had five seconds and was gaining time with each use. Tyrian closed the distance between the two and looked to Jaune's hand. It twitched again as he approached. Then, he moved his hand closer to Jaune, causing another twitch. Tyrian started to laugh. "Clever, Jaune." He raised his hand up to find a small magnet on his wrist. "When we were exchanging blows, you snuck this onto my arm." He removed the magnet and had it fly to its counterpart on Jaune's sleeve.

Ruby grinned, "I get it. That way, when he got close, it would look like he could move, but was actually a reaction between the magnets. Since this Tyrian guy is still unaffected by the time stopping, it would probably move Jaune's magnet enough to freak him out."

Jaune, however, disagreed, "No way. The magnets look too weak for that to work given how far they are. And that's assuming it would work at all with frozen time."

"So, what do you think? A deliberate misdirection?"

"Most likely."

Ozpin smiled as he took a sip from his mug. There was a reason he put those two in charge of their teams. True, Ruby needed that extra push to get her act together and Jaune would often struggle to keep up with his classmates in combat, but it was difficult to deny the two were more than qualified as leaders.

Tyrian few back and around for momentum. "You had me fooled, but if you're using a trick like this, it means you truly can't move in stopped time. You only added a few seconds to your life! Now! Die, Jaune Arc!"

As The World raised its hand for a strike, the camera moved to Jaune's hand, which regained color and moved slightly. Platinum was free to move just long enough to counterattack. Platinum's fist embedded into The World's stomach and ripped Tyrian's own apart.

"What?!" Tyrian shouted out in pain. "Damn it! He can move. Only for a moment, but he can move! The magnet wasn't to make me think he could move, it was to think he couldn't to lure me in!"

Jaune smirked with a satisfaction of being right. He'd been working on becoming more observant and honing his quick-thinking skills.

As time moved forward again, Tyrian flew through the air and into a store window. The glass shattered apart and shards dug into his leg, causing it to sever on impact with the ground. All this commotion, and the fact that a man flew through the window and lost his leg, scared the shop keeper into screaming in terror. This was only compounded when Tyrian sat up and turned to her, "Woman, fetch my leg and give it here." This, naturally, just made her scream again. "Damn it! Hurry up and bring me my leg!"

"What was he expecting?" Blake shook her head, "Better question, though. What is he? No human or faunas could survive something like that, much less stay conscious."

Jaune landed on the ground again, glaring toward the shop. "I got in a hit, but that's all I could manage." Jaune looked up to a now standing Tyrian. His leg was healing and reattaching as though nothing had happened, his thumb buried in the shop keeper's throat. "Guess I'll have to bash your skull in if I want to do any lasting damage." Tyrian was draining her of her energy and used it to heal himself, a century old vampire with a stolen body.

Everyone was in shock. Vampires, as a concept, seemed ridiculous to them as a concept. Nothing more than fiction. But it was hard to deny what they were seeing on the screen. And, to be fair, they'd seen pretty weird stuff already.

Tyrian tossed his meal aside and the world snapped to a new position. Tyrian now stood atop a street sign and Jaune was looking over his shoulder toward him. Tyrian laughed, "Your eyes followed me in the world of stopped time. You truly can see me in there."

"Seems so…" Jaune turned his body back toward Tyrian.

Tyrian chuckled, "I suppose you have Nikos to thank for that. She told you the secrets of my Stand. And with it, you were able to invade my world of stopped time." The world skipped again with Tyrian on top a building's balcony railing. "So, that gets me thinking. How long can you move in my world? Two seconds? Three? Perhaps five seconds like me and you're pretending that you can't like you had before."

Jaune's fist tightened. Tyrian was getting cautious, which made his job that much harder.

"If I had to guess, I'd say your limit is only a moment's time." Tyrian had no way to tell that he was right, but it didn't matter in his eyes. "But I've learned that I can no longer underestimate you by getting close. So! I've decided how you'll die!" Tyrian drew a massive number of knives with more held in on his belt in front of him.

Tai took in a sharp breath, "Oh… that's not good."

As Jaune tried to jump away, Tyrian froze time again. As he flew up to meet Jaune, he threw knives into a pattern surrounding Jaune. "Five seconds." The knives froze in the air as they took their place in the standard time flow. "Four seconds." Then, he threw more and more.

Ruby placed a hand on her head, confused by the situation, "This seems a little longer than two seconds passing."

Penny nodded, "It's likely something similar to what Tyrian mentioned before. A trained fighter or a person in a disaster will perceive time at a faster rate. Time will seem to slow as a result."

"Being able to see this must be terrifying for you, Jaune. Three seconds." He threw another wave. This time, Platinum knocked them out of the way, but he froze up soon after. Tyrian laughed at the scene before him. "Two seconds left. This proves you can only manage a moment." He flew back and sat on a chimney nearby. "One second." Tyrian's grin spread as Jaune couldn't answer. "Zero."

Time moved forward again and so did the knives. Platinum was able to knock a lot of them away, but blades still buried into Jaune's body and one to his forehead. The young fighter fell to the earth below.

The Beacon students all recoiled in shock. The suddenness of the scene was shocking, but what made it worse was that it wasn't. They saw the cause and effect. It wasn't a sudden attack from nowhere, they saw how it happened and new that this Jaune had seen it all happen with them.

As the dust rose up from Jaune's crater, the people on the streets ran in terror. As it cleared, they saw his body lying on the ground.

Coco raised an eyebrow, "Hold on. Shouldn't there be more blood? If the wounds were that deep, there'd be more blood. Shouldn't there?"

They saw Jaune's head move slightly, his hat moving just enough to show them a book beneath the fabric. Good thing I placed these books in my clothes before the fight.

Velvet clasped her hands together, "He kept the wounds shallow by doing that. A good idea, but it would only really work in situations like that one."

Jaune growled and quickly adjusted his hat again to keep the book hidden. For now, I'll just have to play dead.I've already got Tyrian on edge, so he'll come to me to make sure I'm dead.

Tyrian landed nearby, silent. He glared toward Jaune's body, uncertain of whether this was a trick or not. He watched as Jaune's body lied there. "Is he truly dead, or is this another trick? Best to play it safe." He grabbed a nearby sign and sliced it off its support to create a makeshift ax. "I'll just chop off his head with this!" As Tyrian leapt forward, he yelled, "This is the end! Die, Jaune Arc!"

Before Tyrian could kill Jaune, Weiss jumped up behind him. A Stand of an armored knight with a rapier appear behind her and impaled Tyrian's head from behind. "Die!"

Ruby cheered, "Weiss to the rescue!"

The world muted again. Tyrian growled, "Time has stopped." He moved forward to pulled the blade out from his head, leaving a hole. "So, you're Weiss Schnee…" He hit the frozen Weiss hard in the side. "Time shall move again."

When time moved again, Weiss flew off to the side and into a building from the impact.

Tyrian laughed, his attention on her now, "Too bad, Schnee. With a bit more force, your rapier may just have torn my brain apart." The hole in his head sealed shut again.

"Oh! Come on!" Nora shouted up toward the screen. "How are they supposed to beat this guy?!"

Weiss struggled to try to stand again, blood rushing down her face, "That's… impossible…" She lost consciousness among the building's rubble.

Tyrian licked his lips and started to walk toward Weiss with his street ax. "Seems I get to kill you sooner than I expected. But that's fine by me!"

Jaune clenched his teeth. Damn it. If I don't do something, he'll kill Weiss. But if I move, he'll just remain outside of Star Platinum's attack range like last time. I need to keep him from being sure. I need to keep his focus on me.

Tyrian raised his sign, "Farewell, Weiss Schnee!"

Jaune scratched his fingers on the ground, barely a movement.

But enough to pull Tyrian's focus away. Tyrian jumped onto a nearby stone pedestal and glared toward Jaune's unmoving body. "Did I imagine it?"

Yang placed a hand over her heart, "Oh man! This is intense."

Her team all nodded in unison. This was risking raised blood pressures all around.

Tyrian sat on his stone as a pair of policemen rounded a corner behind him. One of them shouted up to him, "Stop!" They had no idea what they were seeing. Nothing was making sense, and their voices showed their fear. "We're the police! We have guns pointed toward you! Raise your hands!"

Tyrian moved between the two and punched one away, burying his fingers in the other's neck. "Perfect timing. There's actually someone I'd like you to shoot for me." He forced the officer to point his gun toward Jaune. "Shoot him in the leg or torso. Wherever you like." The offer was forced to fire a shot into Jaune's leg.

Everyone moved forward, fear taking their words before they formed.

But Jaune didn't move. Platinum had caught the bullet right as it entered his clothing. It appeared as though Jaune was shot, but was able to just avoid the attack.

Ironwood swallowed a lump in his throat, "The control he'd have to have is astonishing…"

Tyrian drained the officer of his blood and tossed him aside. "Is he even breathing?"

Jaune had held his breath.

"Hmm… Perhaps his heartbeat…"

That would be a little more difficult. Jaune didn't have much of a choice though. He used his stand to reach through his body and stop his heart from beating.

Pyrrha's fear for Jaune was getting the better of her, "Won't that kill him?!"

Ozpin's gaze turned dire, "If he can remain conscious, and if Tyrian doesn't stall more than a minute or two, he can survive. Though this also assumes his Stand can restart his heart after."

Tyrian placed his ear on the ground. No heartbeat echoed through. "Hmm… Seems he truly is dead…" He moved to grab the sign again. "But, I can't be too careful anymore. I'll just lop of his head so I rest easy." Tyrian reared back his sign.

Platinum shook Jaune's heart and kickstarted its beating again. As the sign fell, Platinum knocked it aside and was within Tyrian's guard. "ORA!"

Tyrian tried to stop time, but to no avail. "What?!"

Jaune sat up again, "I had to go through hell for this. Even if you stop time, I'll still bust your head open. You hear me, Tyrian?!"

Tyrian's skull collapsed as Platinum's fist ripped through the bone and liquified part of his brain.

The Beacon students all jumped up in a cheer that Jaune had finally shown that prick who was boss.

Tyrian flew off into a group of stairs. His body shook in pain. "What… what is this? I can't stand! My legs won't move. A headache… and nausea… How could I feel sick?!"

Jaune walked over and drenched Tyrian in gasoline. "Now I can even track your smell. I feel bad about kicking a guy while he's down. On second thought, I don't feel bad about this. My friends and a lot of innocent bystanders are dead because of you." Jaune pulled out a lighter and flicked it open as the flames danced from the metal holder.

Tyrian laughed before getting up, just barely with his strength. As he did, a car passed by on the street next to them. "Now! The World!" Time froze again, leaving Jaune unable to pursue. "I just have to get there…" He crawled as fast as he was able to reach the car's bumper. "Time moves again." As it did, he flew off with the vehicle, laughing as Jaune was left behind.

Roman groaned, "What the hell can stop this guy?!"

Jaune let out an angered breath. He put his ear to the ground to listen for incoming cars. But I can't just let him get away. Jaune pulled a knife from his shoulder and used Platinum to toss it toward the car and blow out the tire.

Tyrian lost his grip next to a manhole cover. He tried to crawl to it and open the lid. "Have to get there…" His eyes widened with shock.

Jaune had beaten him there and was already in the hole. "Sorry. This spot's taken." Jaune floated up out of the manhole, glaring down toward Tyrian. "Give up, Tyrian. There's no escape." When Tyrian tried to attack again with stopped time, Platinum beat him to the punch. A lot of punches, actually. The final punch sent him flying through the air.

Yang pumped her fist in excitement, "Nice! Big win!"

Jaune felt sweat down his forehead. "Something's off…"

"What do you mean? You totally kicked that guy's ass."

Jaune's brain moved in overdrive. Why did he feel like that? What wasn't he seeing? His eyes went wide. "Wait! He's…!"

Tyrian laughed. "You fell for it, Jaune! This was my plan and you were my escape route! Doesn't this street look familiar?!"

Jaune looked around. Wait. Isn't this…?!

Tyrian hit the ground and the dust obscured their vision of events. When they could see again, Tyrian had his fingers buried into Ozpin's throat, draining him of what blood remained. "That's right. My escape plan to Ozpin's blood." His wounds were healed, and he stood again, stronger than before. "His blood suits me well. I've never felt more alive!" Tyrian laughed as he dug at his head wound, which healed as he ripped into his skin. "This body once belonged to Ozma one hundred years ago!"

Ozpin went stiff hearing that name. No one else was aware of his first self. No one needed to know. But hearing his name again put the headmaster on edge.

"And this blood belonged to his grandson Ozpin! And it's all thanks to you, Jaune. Your family line was nothing but a tool for my rise to power!"

Jaune seethed with rage and approached Tyrian again. He stopped as he noticed an ethereal form leaving his grandfather's body. The wisps of smoke rose up and created a humanoid form. Ozpin's spirit manifested itself before him with one last message. "Listen to me, Jaune. No matter what he says, no matter what he does to my body, you need to keep your cool. That's how you're going to beat him. Don't worry about me anymore. This happened because it had to happen… You've learned to move within his stopped time, you likely have two or three seconds now… But don't lower your guard." Ozpin's spirit began to fade. "I must admit… these passed fifty days have been fun… Goodbye." His spirit was gone.

But Tyrian still remained, "Hey! Where are you looking, Jaune?!" Tyrian dug his hand back into Ozpin's chest to drain the rest of the blood, leaving the body nothing more than a shriveled husk.

Glynda lurched forward, a sickening feeling washing over her. That was a horrifying sight on the best of days.

Most of the audience had a similar reaction. Those that didn't flew into an angry rage. One didn't care (Cinder. No shit, right?).

Jaune's eye twitched in rage. He began to charge toward Tyrian again. He said not to get angry, but that's not happening. Who could stay calm after seeing that?!

Jaune flew off to pummel Tyrian, but the bastard used The World to stop time again. Tyrian approached, counting down the seconds. "One second has passed. Two seconds have passed. Three seconds." Jaune used his time to begin to pummel The World, causing a nasty wound on Tyrian's hand. The fourth second passed as Tyrian flew back. "Five seconds have passed." Tyrian's smile widened, "Six seconds have passed~"

Yang flew off the handle, "What?! I thought he only had five seconds!"

Tyrian burst into laughter, "Seven seconds have passed! I can still feel the power! I'm stronger than ever before! And, Jaune, you've used up your time. You bet your attack on your two seconds, but you miscalculated. What an amazing feeling! I feel like I could burst into song~ Eight seconds! One hundred years ago, I attained immortality, but it never felt as euphoric as this!"

Jaune tried to move but found it impossible.

"Nine seconds! I've stopped time for nine seconds! But that also appears to be my limit for now." As time flowed again, Tyrian attacked Jaune with a rush of blows that sent him flying, cratering on a nearby bridge. "Now! For one final attack! One last use of The World's power! Within nine seconds of stopped time, I will end this!" Time froze again, leaving Jaune lying on the bridge. Tyrian smirked down toward Jaune and jumped away, counting down his seconds.

Yang clutched her seat in angered anticipation, "What's he up to?"

It was silent, until… "Seven seconds have passed." A shadow appeared over Jaune. Tyrian flew down toward him with a steam roller in his hands like a battering ram, "ROAD ROLLER!" He slammed the vehicle down onto Jaune.

Jaune didn't have much choice at this point and had to fight back. Platinum appeared and started to punch the roller back upward and away from him.

Tyrian laughed, "Fool! It's useless! Useless! Useless!" Tyrian pounded down on top of the roller to push it back downward. "Eight seconds have passed! I'll squash you flat!" He punched the roller hard enough to force it downward and slamming onto the street. Tyrian arched his back and laughed to the heavens in victory.

Nora slammed her foot onto the back of the chair in front of her and stood in defiance with a finger pointed to the screen, "No! I refuse to believe he lost that that creep!"

Jaune thought for a moment. Was there a way out of it? In theory, but how would he pull it off?

"Ten seconds! My power has reached ten seconds of stopped time! Bow puny humans! Bow to my knowledge and might! Guess I should find Jaune's lifeless body and drink his blood, if there's any blood left to take~!" Tyrian stepped forward.

Or at least, he tried to. His body was seizing up, losing their connection to the world of stopped time.

Jaune smacked his chair in excitement, "I knew it!"

Nora turned to her fearless leader, "What's going on?"

Tyrian was losing the color and becoming as muted as the rest of the world. "What's going on?! Why am I slowing down?! Why? Why can't I move?!"

"Tyrian." The camera snapped to the side to show Jaune standing behind the psychopath with his aura enflamed. "It's been eleven seconds. That seems to be your limit. I stopped time at the nine second mark, allowing me to escape."

Nora gasped in excitement, "Oh my gods! That's so awesome!"

Tyrian was barely able to speak. "You… stopped time? Right at the end of my nine seconds of movement?!"

Jaune took a step closer. "How does it feel, Tyrian? To have someone approach you from behind while you can't move a muscle. If I had to describe it, it's like a man that can hold his breath under water for a minute, and as he reaches the surface for air, someone pulls him back down again."

Tyrian, who had spent a century at the bottom of the ocean, tried to turn toward him. Is he mocking me?!

"But for you, I feel no pity at all." Jaune used the power of Star Platinum to crush Tyrian's legs and nearly snap them off. As time moved again, Tyrian spun through the air, his legs bleeding at the knee as they had twisted further than they should.

Mercury knew how much it hurt to lose your legs, so he recoiled a bit at the sight. At least when he lost his, it was a clean enough cut with both. He didn't want to imagine how much that hurt.

Jaune glared daggers down toward Tyrian. "But killing you by pummeling you to death now will leave a bad taste in my mouth. So, get up. Heal your legs so I can beat you down again."

Mercury sighed, "That's a mistake."

"The moment your legs heal, I'll send Star Platinum at you." Jaune walked closer toward Tyrian, "If I were a gunslinger in an old Western I'd say, 'Draw. Let's see which of us is the fastest gun in the West.'"

Tyrian propped up his torso with his fists. Damn it. He's mocking me! But, Jaune, in the end you're still just human. Prone to the same mistakes as any other. You talk about leaving bad tastes and living lives without regrets. But I don't have the same weakness. Tyrian stood and twisted his leg to shoot his blood up into Jaune's eyes, blinding him.

"Augh!" Sun nearly puked, "That's so wrong!"

"How does it feel to be blinded by blood?!" Tyrian summoned the World again, "I've won! Die!"

Jaune reared back his fist and Platinum appeared again. Platinum's punch met The World's kick in a clash. Platinum's hand cracked, causing Tyrian to grin. Then, The World's shin guard began to crack. The force from the attack traveled up The World's leg and body, cracking his head in half.

Tyrian writhed in pain. If a Stand is killed, so too is its wielder. He experienced the pain of his body splitting apart. "Impossible! I am immortal! I am Tyrian!" His head broke apart before his left side flew off and his head shattered to nothingness.

Yang and Nora jumped up with a united cheer, "BOOYAH!"

It was a feel-good moment all around. Even Cinder felt a certain satisfaction in watching Tyrian fail so spectacularly.

Jaune just lowered his hat over his eyes. The screen cut to black with one last word, "What a pain."

Yang chuckled at the last line. "I really like that version."