Post by MKULTRA on Feb 10, 2016 11:18:29 GMT -6
As the other Stand unleashed it's warcry, the very soundwaves generated by it would be employed to spare RHH the lion's share of the blow's underlying power via compressing the warcry's vibrations locally in the space through which First of the Year's fist would travel en-route to RHH's vulnerable head. The effect creating a sort of 'vibration forcefield' that would meet the Stand's terrible fist centimeters from the point of impact, repelling said fist with a vibrational force directly equal to it.
It seemed like everything was going according to plan: First of the Year had Real Hip-Hop in its steely grasp and was about to knock it right-the-fuck-back...except that last part never even happened! In fact, the exact opposite happened! First of the Year, the power of its own blow seemingly forcing it back, was sent flying a few feet opposite of RHH with David in tow who, through sheer luck, skidded back on his feet through the ground while leaving some noticeable marks in the dirt. The act dirtied up his pants, but he wasn't all-too concerned by that at the moment.
First of the Year, upon David's silent command, stopped its hurdle backwards then cooly spun around and behind its user, the Stand immediately getting into a battle-ready stance. Still attempting to figure out what just happened, David took a knee and turned his head back towards First of the Year to look at its fist. "I don't get it...the hell just happened there? I was 'bout to knock that thing back to its 'master' and then everything just went to shit...is this that guy's power? Can he really just reflect my moves like that?" he thought, his Stand clenching the fist that it attempted to use to attack RHH before looking down at it (likely due to David's own thoughts on the matter).
"If that's true, I'm gonna have to watch out...catch this guy off-guard and then blow 'em away with all I've got. Misunderstandin' or not, if he ain't gonna stop comin' after me then I'll do what I gotta--" his thoughts were quickly cut off by the pain in his left cheek, blood freely flowing from the now-partially opened cut on his face. The stitching was holding, but just barely. He spotted the bandage on the ground a couple yards away, but it would've been useless to attempt to put it back on; it was likely dirty and could possibly lead to a nasty little infection.
Regardless of whether he could reuse the bandage or not, this cut was still bleeding and hurting like hell. He silently wished that he had never tried to pick a bone with Windsor those few hours ago.
Still...there was one thing that he couldn't figure out, along with RHH's ability of course, and that was: why were both he and 'Hammer' blown back when their Stand's were the ones who had been affected by the blast? Whatever had happened, David's assailant was much farther away from the blast than he was...so he shouldn't have been affected by it in the least bit, right?
With a raise of his eyebrows, David remembered something, a clear look of shock coming across his bloodstained face...
What wasn't expected was a vice-like grip on his shoulder...Hammer's typically cool pose...for the first time since this little misadventure began shifted. Blame it on the pain coursing through his shoulder, but the surprise of it all forced both hands out his pockets one of which came to claim the captured shoulder as finger marks dug their way into his skin and bone beneath.
...RHH could only glance over its shoulder...before it was forcefully yanked free of the wrongfully pinned David...and taken in a powerful choke hold which caused Hammer's own throat to partially collapse from the pressure applied to his Stand's.
...RHH could only glance over its shoulder...before it was forcefully yanked free of the wrongfully pinned David...and taken in a powerful choke hold which caused Hammer's own throat to partially collapse from the pressure applied to his Stand's.
Honestly, he wished he had known this before he had come into contact with this guy...better late than never though, right?
"Ayo... So, then. Now we know who's who now, don't we? You're a Stand-user, like me. And from what I can tell..." He rubbed his still throbbing shoulder as he spoke. "...it's no slouch at all. Quite a powerful Stand. And a dangerous one. The Cutter is recruiting some real talent these days, it seems. Still, you'll find if you play this game long enough that power alone isn't much. You have to learn a trick or two, if you wanna stay one step ahead of your enemies." As he spoke these words, Real Hip-Hop floated backwards slowly, gradually rising just a few short feet higher. It's microphone-covered arms, previously folded, uncrossed with little rush or hurry in their actions to stretch outwards as both palms were brought to face the direction of 'David'.
David was starting to get really tired of this guy's condescending speech and attitude, though he was significantly more frustrated because of the fact that he was mistaken for a goon of the Cutter. It also didn't help that this guy wasn't willing to listen to reason...not that David thought that it was worth the effort to give anymore though. As far as he was concerned, 'Hammer' had made his own intentions clear the moment he summoned his Stand for a sneak attack upon David.
But, even then, he still attempted to reason with him didn't he? And how had he returned this act of logic and relative benevolence? With violence and force. Any further attempts to try and talk his way out of this situation would've just ended badly...and he had no intentions of being dragged back to whatever hole this dude crawled out of!
If you were so dimwitted that you didn't even know you were attacking the people on your side, then did you really deserve to be treated like you were still on their side? Being forced or coerced to do so was a different story, but this? This guy was the offender, and David wasn't just going to let him walk all over him like some used piece of carpet. Not in this lifetime!
With nothing to say to this man, David simply remained silent as he rose to his feet in preparation for the coming battle. Seeing RHH put both palms out towards him caused David to instinctively raise his arms to block against whatever was about to come his way, while FotY took its place beside its user in preparation to launch a counterattack.
"It pays to keep your eye on your foe's movements... Everything they do. Or say." With the emphasis on the final word, 'David' would discover exactly what Hammer meant as the air suddenly came rife with a shrill whine, and while this would perhaps be odd and strange to him, there would also come with the high pitched wail a sound he'd heard before. In fact, many times before! Blasting out from the palms of Real Hip-Hop came a deluge of ultra-high frequency sound. At its current volume level it could make ones ears bleed if exposed to it for a few short minutes; around them, tree barks snapped and splintered as the high pitched sound wreaked havoc on solid objects. It rippled through the air like the recoil from a jet engine carrying with it a force that would make maintaining his standing posture quite hard for 'David'. The grass swayed violently as anything loose and not connected directly to the ground was hurled back by the vortex of the deafening cry. Like someone riding a in a G-Force simulator, flesh would ripple as the air around them vibrated harshly against their skin, possibly giving 'David' an old man-looking appearance as he endured this assault.
But, what was truly effed up about it: the actual sound being used to assail him!
'SAIKOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....................!!!!!!!'
But, what was truly effed up about it: the actual sound being used to assail him!
'SAIKOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....................!!!!!!!'
Real Hip-Hop had the ability to manipulate sound waves, which might've explained why FotY was forced back a few seconds ago when it should've landed a blow against his opponent; but now David had something much worse than a mere 'opposing force' to deal with: he now had to defend himself against his own Stand's yell!
With no way to defend himself from this violent onslaught of sound, David was instantly, and effortlessly, blown back with his arms still raise in front of him before rolling along the ground and coming to a quick stop. There, he soon found that he had to literally dig his fingers into the ground to keep himself from being tossed back like a ragdoll. Honestly, in his prone state there was very little that he could do other than hope that things would end quickly...but that certainly wasn't happening anytime soon.
FotY was also blown back a bit, but not quite as much as David had been. Regardless, the Stand was quickly recalled while David simply attempted to weather the storm; but even that was quickly becoming a test of will. While the sound was reeking havoc and chaos upon the environment, it was also beginning to affect David in the worst of ways. He could feel his body beginning to tear apart, his bones vibrating along with his organs as his ears popped multiple times. His skin began to ripple, indeed making him look a bit aged as a result, but also spreading open the cut upon his face as the left side of his face became smeared in blood; though this blood ended up scattering to various articles of clothing due to the forceful, vortex-like nature of this attack. Even David's beanie got a few sizeable droplets of blood on it.
He couldn't even hear himself screaming in pain.
"I'm surprised the Cutter would send someone so...inexperienced against me. You have a powerful Stand, but it doesn't appear well suited to anything accept maybe attacking helpless victims. In a few moments, all your bones will crumble like glass and I'll take you to my partner so we can see what you know about the Cutter and his Stand." As he spoke, the pitch increased gradually, causing the trees surrounding them to snap and splinter with even greater frequency. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before 'David's' bones snapped like dry twigs.
This pain; this noise; the unpleasant, helpless sensation that David was beginning to feel; it was enough to make him want to quit, to give up right here and right now to avoid any further agony. What would be the harm in just saying 'I give up' and getting out of this situation at this very instant? Why would he continue to lie there on the dirt in total suffering when he could just say three simple words and make everything stop?
It was because he had a goal in mind, and he wasn't going to stop until he achieved it!
David came here to this park for one reason and one reason only: to confirm his suspicions about the Cutter's latest victim. He had no intention, nor desire, to fight anyone, and he never did. Despite the power of his Stand, David only ever fought for two reasons: when forced to, and when his most prized possession was ridiculed. Until David had achieved his goal, he'd keep fighting until the end! Either he died before he could reach his objective, or he beat this guy and finished what he came here to do; but whatever happened, he had no intention of letting this guy, with his talk-down attitude, take him anywhere!
"Prick..." David said, gritting his teeth as he pushed himself off the ground with both fists clenched. He was still hunched over on all fours but he managed to look up, despite the intense pain, at where RHH was (and, by extension, Hammer). At this point his ears had already started to bleed, meaning that he had to stop this little attack as quickly as possible...but there were multiple problems with this.
At present, Real Hip-Hop was outside of his 10m range. The obvious solution, to move in closer, wasn't currently possible due to the sheer intensity of the sound vortex. Any attempt to stand up at this point would only result in David being blown back further away, making his situation much worse. He could have tried to stand behind First of the Year while both of them walked forward towards the attacking Stand, but David wasn't sure if he could last that much longer. All of his options seemed to have been spent up at this point, the only logical answer being to give up...
But that wasn't going to happen. So, with a small smile on the right side of his face, David came to one clear answer...
If he couldn't go forward...then he'd go down.
He mentally summoned First of the Year beside him as he came to this conclusion, the Stand kneeling down on one knee as it looked up at Real Hip-Hop and Hammer with a hungry grin upon its face...though David had no influence over that whatsoever. In an instant, the grin faded away and gave rise to an anger-filled expression with an accompanying shriek as the Stand raise its fist and, with full-power, smashed it into the ground. This, despite the fact that it was only a single punch, caused an explosion of dirt to erupt from the surface and shoot up high into the air before it was blown back due to the vortex. With another yell, the Stand threw another punch with the opposite hand, more dirt being ejected before FotY began to cut loose...
"SAIKORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORO~!!!"
Punch after punch, blow after blow; the more it punched, the more dirt was ejected until it seemed like a geyser of earth had just emerged in the middle of Central Park, the area vibrating due to the sheer power of the Stand currently burrowing through it like a mole on some serious steroids! Clearly David had dug quite a ways underground as there weren't even any sizeable lumps above ground that could serve as indicators for the duo's current position...only the underground quakes.
That wouldn't have been a problem much longer.
In an instant, like a powerful whale emerging out of the great blue ocean, First of the Year ripped through the ground in all of its furious majesty; its left hand outstretched as a guide while the right hand was clenched so tightly into a fist that everything but the knuckles were barely visible. And on its back? It was David, covered in dirt from head to toe, and with an equally enraged look upon his face! "Let's go! First of the Year!" he said, his Stand complying as it continued to soar into the air.
Just as it went to throw its mighty punch at Real Hip-Hop, however, the duo were caught up at the apex of the vortex...it seemed that David had miscalculated their exit point by a few feet, but he wasn't going to let this stop them! Charging onwards, FotY threw its punch right at RHH before having it slowed down significantly by the sheer velocity of the sound vortex! Still, even with the hurricane-force power of this attack, First of the Year's punch was still managing to cut its way towards RHH's head!
"SAI~" it said, the blow picking up more speed as the muscles on the Stand all seemed to tense up at once, its teeth gritting as David held on tight.
"KO~" it continued, the fist picking up more speed as it battled through the current of sound that both David and his Stand were caught in, the Stand showcasing its true strength in the first "Stand clash" that David could honestly say he was a part of.
Then, in one moment, everything changed. Colors became more intense, his sight became clearer, his body felt like it was tingling with pure electricity, and his mind felt like a mere pillow taking up space in his head! Perhaps it was mere adrenaline, or perhaps First of the Year was giving David a bit of its own strength...but whatever it was, it gave David the drive to push forward, to give 110%! This was it...this was...
Determination!
"RO~!" both David and FotY said simultaneously, with David pushing himself up on his Stand's shoulder and pointing at RHH's face as he shouted. Suddenly, as if though the fist had just broken through the current, it started to rapidly come for RHH's cranium like a raging bull seeing red! At this point, there was no telling how much damage the punch would do if it landed. Perhaps it would do very little, or perhaps it would deal a massive amount of damage; there were simply too many factors to make an accurate estimation. Either way, you had to give David at least a little credit for this one!