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"B-But you said...th-that if I stayed still...y-you wouldn't do anything..." The man's expression was wild, eyes rolling around every which way while blood continued to pour like a broken fire hydrant from the side of his head.

"Oh, please. Do you really think you'd be that lucky? A piece of shit like you?"

The angered green haired man quickly bounded towards Giorno, fist raised. "Y-You're so mean!" Before anything else could leave the man's lips, Golden Experience began firing punches at the man, the word 'muda' continuously left after each punch. The barrage of punches went on for some time before the man was finally pushed off the edge of the building.

Leaning over the edge and watching the man plummet into a garbage truck your attention pried itself away from the truck back towards the two behind you. With quick precise steps you neared Giorno's side seeing that he'd closed his eyes.

"You did good." Murmuring that out softly and resting a hand lightly across his shoulder, your stand once again flowed through the palm of your hand, the use of it throughout the day was really testing it's limits.

Still having his eyes closed he gave a faint nod appreciating how quick you were to fix any damage that'd been done during the first fight. It wasn't expected of you to show up- but now that you were there he could only really be thankful.

The pain in his body was still prominent but he could feel each thing dull before the pain disappeared entirely. Everything appeared to have healed up much faster than he recalled, which led him to the assumption that you were really pushing your stand to optimize its ability. The after effects being something that nobody knew about- including yourself.

"You shouldn't push yourself. I think I can finish the rest." Moving to lift your hand off of his shoulder the blond gave you a look in reassurance, though his attire and face were still bloody, you could tell that most of the damage had been fixed leading you to give him a faint hum in understanding.

"You shouldn't push yourself either. That list of injuries was long and you quite literally fell out of a helicopter." Pointing up towards where the vehicle was a knowing look crossed your expression, you were aware he just didn't want you to overuse your stand. But that was something that was going to happen regardless.

You were prepared to use it as much as needed.

Having been subconsciously fixing whatever injuries the blond had left, your attention shifted towards Number Five who'd called out to the two of you. "Mista's waking up!" Watching the stand go and continue calling out his user's name, you tugged away from Giorno seeing as he still held onto your wrist.

"Oi! Don't sit up yet dummy!" Right away kneeling by the gunslingers side you watched him rub at the sides of his head letting out a groan, "You're still healing." Adding that you rested a hand on the center of his back providing him some form of support. A cough left him in response and he raised a hand to wipe away the blood trailing out from his mouth.

"Your stand should regenerate soon. But try not to move too much. The guy's dead now." Explaining that and activating Valkyrie you tried once more to see if you could aid in healing the rest of Mista's injuries.

"Good riddance. That guy was an asshole." Beginning with that Mista took in a breath letting out a deep sigh. "He didn't even care about how many bystanders got sucked into the fight. Can't stand people like that."

You could only nod at what he was saying; it was disheartening to hear that many innocent people were lost because of the mold and that they had unknowingly become involved. It just wasn't fair.

Remaining quiet for a moment, your gaze trailed towards Giorno who'd been looking over a phone that Ciocolata had, his gaze moved over the device before turning his head upwards to where the colosseum was. "We should start making our way over, Bucciarati should almost be done with the other guy."

Recalling that there were two enemies you couldn't help but quirk a brow, "Ciocolata's partner right? What was his stand?" Asking something that'd been on your mind for a bit you waited for either of them to respond.

"Something to do with the ground. I mean it makes it almost like water or mud." Explaining his take on what the other man's ability was Mista let out a hum afterwards. "Honestly it was hell to deal with when facing this guy." Jutting a hand out and pointing towards the helicopter you could right away tell he was talking about the man with the mold stand.

Now with that information, you could definitively say they were a dangerous duo.

Feeling as though Mista's been sufficiently fixed up you pulled back surveying him. The two were still covered in blood, but that was to be expected. At least they were all fixed up now.

Standing to your feet and letting out a breath you extended a hand out towards the gunslinger helping him up to his feet. Moving to pick up the turtle as well you turned back towards where Giorno had been standing. "You said to get going didn't you?" Reaffirming what the blond had said your words knocked him out of whatever train of thought he'd been on, refocusing on the situation.

"Right of course." Stepping around to another side of the building and hopping over the ledge you wanted to ask what he was doing, but the sound of shoes tapping against a metal rack let you know that there was most likely a fire escape where he was.

Pausing to make sure you and Mista were going to follow the blond began descending the stairs moving at a quicker pace having spotted you following behind, followed by the gunslinger. The three of you made it down the streets quickly and diligently now running along the road.

The amount of damage and bodies that littered the street was sickening, people of all kinds, shapes and sizes either laid in pieces or in a pile of mush along the pavement. Cars that some had been driving were crashed into the sides of buildings, and more than half of them were on fire.

"I really hope there is nobody else like these two that are going to show up late to the party." Panting that out and continuing to painstakingly keep pace with the two your gaze remained ahead, the tall structure of the colosseum loomed ahead urging you all to move faster.

Dragging his gaze across the area as well before sparing you a glance through his peripheral, Giorno gave an affirmed nod. "Same here. But we have to remain vigilant." Nearing closer to the large structure he added on, "When we get there we scout around the outside first, call out anything that seems or looks suspicious."

Both yourself and Mista gave a nod at this and upon reaching your destination each of you spaced out a bit scanning the exterior.

Though you had doubts that anyone was going to right next to a busy street, one can never be too cautious.

"Do you think Bruno's here yet?" Asking that to whoever was within earshot Mista poked his head past a column.

"He might be, but we still have to check the perimeter." Answering with that he gave a hum, gaze trailing off to the side momentarily. There was something off about the atmosphere that he couldn't quite place his finger on. "You should stay closer to Giorno and I." Openly adding that he nodded to himself, it would be a safer option since they could keep an eye on you as well as the turtle.

"I think I'll be fine. We're by a busy street and I doubt we'd get attacked out here this soon." Saying that and crouching down for a second you placed the turtle down onto the pavement adjusting the sleeves of your shirt so that they were looser.

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Meanwhile Bruno fighting Secco:

I will warn you all now, this is around the point in time where most of what is and will be happening was just whipped up outta thin air- like some of it doesn't make sense but makes sense.

Anyways basically what I'm saying is SHH just go with it