madimpossibledreamer

edit: played dmc3 for the first time today and i've never had so much fun getting my butt kicked for 40 minutes. between broken controller and keyboard controls i have no idea what i'm doing, but i did manage to get stylish so that's a thing /grins
i better figure out how to deal with minibosses before i get to cerby though
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz continues trying to carry out his plan of attack.
Word Count: 1060
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.

         Fitz continues to run between the shelves, trying to lead the Horseman Stand through Robin’s line of fire. He’s not even sure if Robin heard him, since he didn’t respond at all, but he has to hope. He’s going to have to make up an entirely different plan without Robin, since there’s no way either he or Lotus Juice are getting close enough to injure the hooves or ankles without him. Maybe if they had caltrops…
         And there it is, the sound of a bowstring. From the thunk and the whinny, it’s clear that at least one arrow hit, though he’s not sure it hit the right part of the horse’s body. If he can only lead it on a little more, he can be sure Robin hit the right part of the body…
         Suddenly, there’s a shelf falling on him, books pelting him hard enough to leave bruises. He cries out in pain as his injured arm automatically reaches out to catch himself and he collapses, unable to hold up his own weight. What had—
         The Stand. It ran into the shelf and knocked it down on him, sick of this little game of cat and mouse.
         “Darling! Attack and retreat!” he screams. Now’s as good a time as any, but Violent Whispers has to be good at striking and retreating, since it’s not a very durable Stand and they can’t afford for any damage to return to its User.
         Unfortunately, LJ isn’t a very strong Stand, and isn’t much good at dragging him out from underneath the rubble. It’s making panicked squeaking noises, which in any other situation would be adorable, but in this case he kind of feels like joining it.
         He sees the glow of the eye peek over the side of the shelf. It feels like it’s gloating, laughing at him. It steps down harder, and his breath leaves him in a whoosh. He’s going to be bruised, if not worse.
         Whisper flies in, hissing, strikes and flies away. One hoof catches it and throws it into the shelves behind, and he hears Darling cry out, but it flies around the shelf and out of sight before the Horseman can decide to go after her Stand instead.
         Fortunately, it appears that his plan worked. Not to the extent that it had on Jojo, of course. It’s not fully living. But hopefully it will be enough to dissuade it from any further clever plans, like knocking shelves down on—
         Wait. What.
         He’s not sure if his eyes are playing tricks on him, but it looks like its good eye flickers green for a moment, and it reaches its head down delicately, baring its teeth. For one horrifying instant, he believes that it’s going to take a bite out of his face before it carefully bites the rim of his hat and flips it up to land on its head.
         For an instant, he stares blankly. It’s an odd move, to be sure. “I…I don’t think it suits you,” he manages eventually. It’s one thing for Johan to be stealing his hat all the time, but on a stone horse, when the eye is now dripping some sort of disturbing, clear fluid…
         The horse bellows and lunges, nostrils flaring, but dodges to the side as an arrow whistles past. It’s only inches from Fitz’s face. He has a sudden new appreciation for Robin’s shooting—clearly, the man knows what he’s doing. The trilby tumbles off elsewhere during the struggle, but as much as he feels naked without any hat, he’s not about to go after it, particularly as he still has to extricate himself from the bookcase.
         All right, so perhaps the plan had not completely gone to plan. The listless way the horse is eyeing him now was the intention. He hadn’t taken into account the fact that other wounds would mean other emotions. Still, perhaps this will work even better. He couldn’t lead it around if it was disinclined to move.
         It’s a little unfortunate that all of his fighting after meeting Jojo had changed to a more reckless style, but then, he hadn’t been involved in Stand battles, and anyway, Johan was some sort of influence. Truth be told, he’s reluctant to call his friend a bad influence, at least not when it’s not to his face.
         “Hey, you!” The good eye turns to him, utterly disinterested. “You look so scrawny, I bet you couldn’t even lift me!” If he thinks about it, it’s likely that this particular part of the Stand is meant to be Famine, with those ribs.
         Its nostrils flare again, and he hears the distant sound of Darling gasping out ‘what’ before it’s muffled—she probably clasped her hands over her face.
         It stomps over the shelf, bruising him further in the process, positions itself behind his head, reaches down and grabs a mouthful of his shirt, and begins to yank, forcefully. It’s not gentle—it’s grabbed part of his hair and some of the skin at the back of his neck and it hurts but it is actually pulling him out from under the shelf, which is shifting on top of him. He groans. There’s splinters digging into his arms. Finally, he’s out in the open, and in a few moments he’s dangling midair. Time for him to make his move—again.
         “You don’t learn your lessons, do you?” he asks rhetorically, only this time, he’s not attempting to hurt the statue, since he doesn’t have a good view of what he’d be targeting. Instead, he produces the dagger again, hoping it doesn’t have anything weird on it that would infect him or anything, and cuts, ruining his hair the collar on the back of his outfit and the bit of his skin caught in the thing’s teeth.
         It hurts. Not as much as being stabbed, thank goodness, but it stings, and he can feel the blood. He’s also feeling weaker than he should—has he gone soft, or is it some secondary Stand power? Honestly, if it was following and not paralyzed by indecision at the moment, he’d be in trouble. He catches a glimpse of the blood on the thing’s lips and teeth as he sprints past. Honestly, if horses can be confused, it looks that way. Not ideal, but then, fights rarely turn out that way.