SuShi's Bizarre Adventure: Nugget Run Horizon

by Jojoleopard

Chapter 22: The Battle of Anthrax and Mastodon

“Spandau Ballet!”

Gipsy Dance’s Stand flicked its two bladed fans out, then spun in the air and flew up through the ceiling, legs first, piercing a hole right through its surface, spinning like a top before turning to face the enemy.

A man in a black suit stood across from Gipsy’s Stand, sniffing at a white rose, before placing it back in his coat pocket.

“My, my. And I thought you looked a bit familiar…” He grinned as Gipsy Dance jumped through the roof, making sure not to touch it with her hands as she passed by. “I never forget a mark.” Eximus Exo traced a finger down his own facial scar as he looked at the one on Gipsy’s forehead. “The last of the Italian gypsies…”

“My people are called the Romani!” Gipsy threw one hand to the side and Spandau Ballet twisted around and unfurled both fans. “And today, you will pay with your life, Eximus Exo. The cruel deeds of Weather Alternate end here today! I, Gipsy Dance, will be the one to avenge my people!”

He crossed his arms and lifted one pinkie finger to the corner of his lip, the one that was sharpened into a spike. “And, what, you think it will be you to stop us? I’ve dealt with your people before. It’s time I finished the job. And I didn’t come here alone.”

From the roof of the black car beside the bus, a red and brown Stand leapt up at her, spinning its body around in the air for a kick. Spandau Ballet parried it with a fan, then threw it at the enemy Stand. It landed on the bus’ roof and dropped to its back, dodging the projectile, then flipping its body back up on its hands before green bubbles began to spread from its fingertips.

The Stand sported two curved prongs that met atop its head and it had a sort of sash around its waist and light plated armor across its body.

Gipsy hissed and got her Stand to grab her and jump away from it, only for a towering elephant-like Stand to appear behind her, reaching its giant arms towards her. Spandau Ballet dropped Gipsy and turned to face it, bringing its fan up to cut at its hands. The giant Stand reared forward faster than it could anticipate and headbutted Spandau Ballet between the eyes.

Gipsy Dance grabbed for her broken nose as blood sprayed from her nostrils. The elephant Stand stomped a foot on the bus and dented it before releasing a trumpet cheer of victory before smashing its fists together. It had greyish-brown skin under golden armor and red lines went down its body like warpaint. Twin tusks protruded from its face, and because Gipsy didn’t see a mouth on it, she guessed the sound must be coming from its snout.

Her other hand had been on the roof of the bus and the other Stand’s approaching bubbles had reached her, with one touching the tip of her right index finger. The immediate burning sensation got Gipsy back to her senses and she threw herself to her feet as the bubbles began to pop and scatter across her finger, leaving behind black marks as the cells under them burst.

“It can’t spread this quickly!” Gipsy grabbed her finger as the burning only increased.

The window of the black car winded down again and the bald driver inside whipped out a shotgun in his left hand, pointing it at her.

Gipsy widened her eyes and threw herself to the side, but the red Stand flipped on its back and spun its legs in the air, kicking her in the gut and sending her flying on her back.

“It’s no use.” Eximus dusted his hands and placed one hand on his Stand. “Mastodon and Anthrax are hard to beat alone and impossible to beat together. As I’m sure you’ve already figured out, Anthrax has the ability to spread a deadly bacteria across any surface and it spreads faster in areas with low oxygen. It attacks your body’s blood cells and destroys them from inside, and once it spreads through your entire body, I’m afraid you’ll die of extreme blood loss.

“And that’s where Mastodon comes in.” Eximus smirked and adjusted his tie. “Mastodon is able to suck oxygen from an area. The smaller the area, the more effective. You made the right choice, coming out of the bus to face us in the open, but out here, against the two of us, there’s nothing much you can do. Perhaps it would’ve been better if you suffocated down there in the bus.”

“N-No, it’s not over yet. I’ll beat you yet! I’ve grown stronger since the last time we met, Eximus. I’ve been waiting for this day to face you again, to exact my revenge!” Gipsy looked up, a fire in her eyes.

“Nothing’s stronger than family,” the bald man said. “And you took my wife, Gloriosa Daisy, from me. And now, I’ll show you just how strong the resolve of family is. You’ll pay for what you did to her, her brother, her brother’s girlfriend, her brother’s girlfriend’s brother, his wife, and their poor dog.”

“Keeping a list, huh?” Gipsy looked between the two men. “I’ve got a list myself. Gipsy Flash, Nitty Gritty, Rose Bard, Old Man Bojangles, Arcturus. These are the names of my family and some of my people. The people you annihilated because of your sick values. You’ll be the ones to die here today.”

“Well, so far, it’s been all talk and no show.” Eximus waved a hand and Mastodon bellowed into the air again. “Then face me, gypsy. Show me what your years of hatred have taught you!”

Eximus stepped out of the way and Mastodon charged towards Gipsy and Spandau Ballet, poising its tusks lower to gore them.

Spandau Ballet turned to block another kick from Anthrax, but then her fan returned and forced Anthrax to duck under it, giving it enough time to spin both of them towards Mastodon. They buzzed against its chest plating, spinning and causing sparks to fly out all around them, but the towering Stand was not to be fazed. It smashed them both away with his arms, then swung its trunk up in front of Gipsy and Spandau Ballet.

The air shimmered in front of it, and Gipsy’s hands immediately shot for her throat as she dropped to her knees. She felt as though the air had been sucked right out of her lungs and no matter how hard she gasped, she could not find any oxygen.

Mastodon swung an arm under her Stand’s chin and launched her in the air before grabbing its leg with its trunk, swinging it back down against the bus’ hood with a crash.

Gipsy’s hands touched the surface and more bubbles began to spread across her hands, blistering across her skin and leaving black marks up from her wrists. She coughed out blood, staining her white shirt. Her vision was blurry, but her whole body felt like she had been thrown into a furnace. Everything was on fire and everything hurt, and still she could not breathe.

Is this… Is this the end of me? Even now, I couldn’t… I could not avenge my people… Mother, father, I’m sorry… I thought I could do it.

Gipsy gasped and closed her eyes for the end, but there was a yell from below and Tenacious D burst out of the roof and smashed into Mastodon faster than anyone could blink. The bull-like Stand crashed against the larger Stand, the impact knocking both of them back as Tenacious D landed between both of them. Eximus fell back a few steps and winced.

Gipsy Dance gasped and found she could breathe again, though shallow. She leaned her head up and spotted Jojo climbing out of the bus, the tips of his fingers sparking with electricity.

“Don’t touch… Don’t touch the bus’ surface! It spreads by contact!” Gipsy warned, but Jojo turned and gave her a thumbs up.

“I found a way to outsmart that.” Jojo grinned. “With hamon, I am able to harden a layer of air between my skin and the bus. Essentially, I was able to climb up here without actually touching the bus.”

“So you outsmarted my Stand’s ability…” the man in the car growled, his voice was low and Gipsy found it hard to make out what he was saying. “But did you know I can still outsmart your outsmarting?”

“I would like to know how you plan on that.” Jojo folded his arms and Tenacious D puffed steam from its nostrils.

“Anthrax’s bacteria thrives in low oxygen.” The man leaned out of the car and threw an arm out towards them like he was asking for money. “When Mastodon sucked the oxygen from the area, the clusters of bacteria were able to grow and fester faster than before. You might have protected your hands, but your foot had stepped out against the cluster earlier. It might be able to spread across clothes, but when you stepped on the larger bubble of bacteria, it burst and shot them higher into the air. Already, they’ve gotten all across your arms.”

“I didn’t get half of what you said, but- ah!” Jojo looked down at his arms to see black spots forming across them. Already, more bubbles were beginning to appear across his skin, burning through his skin and his blood cells as they flowed through his blood stream.

“It’s over now. No matter what any of you do, you cannot beat us.” Eximus Exo walked closer and snapped his fingers. “Weather Alternate will finally see the end of your little group of freaks. The world will have a few bloodlines less to cleanse.”

“We’ll see about that.” Jojo uttered another cry of pain as another bubble burst, but then he swished one arm out and pointed at the bald man. “You, you might’ve outsmarted my outsmarting, but I’m going to outsmart your outsmarting of my outsmarting!”

“The name’s Vinegar Petrol, kid. Gloriosa Daisy was my wife, and I’m here to kill you, because you fought against my family. How do you think you can outsmart my outsmarting of your outsmarting?”

“Your bacteria spreads fast across low oxygen environments, but what happens if I do this? Tenacious D!”

Jojo started in a run and leapt off the roof towards the black car. Vinegar swerved the car away and Gipsy watched in horror as Jojo was about to smash against the road below. But then Tenacious D was on him, grabbing him around the waist before hauling him onto its back. Its wheels smashed against the gravel and traveled after Vinegar’s car, easily keeping up with it before Jojo reached a hand out and placed three fingers against the glass on the passenger’s side window.

“Hamon overdrive!” he yelled and energy passed from his fingers to the window, shattering it to pieces. “All I have to do is take you out and your Stand’s powers will fade! And Mastodon wouldn’t lower the oxygen around you, or you would die along with us!”

“We’ll see about that. Anthrax!” Vinegar called.

His red Stand spun on one hand, then backflipped off the bus’ hood and swung an axe kick at Tenacious D. Jojo’s Stand lifted an arm to block the attack, but then Anthrax planted its hands on Tenacious D’s arm. Jojo had it pull back, but the damage had already been done. Bubbles burst across Tenacious D’s arm and it repeated itself on Jojo's, further blackening his arms.

Eximus Exo laughed wickedly as he watched this unfold. “Your journey ends here, unworthy ones. Master Dolfy will reward us massively for taking care of you!”

Suddenly there was a sound of tearing metal and a pickaxe flew out of the bus wall, forcing Eximus to dodge. The mining tool smashed into Vinegar’s car’s windshield, shattering it. The bald man swerved and almost slammed into the side of the bus before he regained control of his vehicle.

“What? Where did that come from?”

Gipsy Dance looked down through the hole in the roof of the bus. Summer Shine was on her feet, with Pegasus Forever levitating another pickaxe in the air using its potential energy. It then delivered a flurry of punches to the pickaxe, sending it spinning out at Vinegar. The bald man stepped on the brakes and the pickaxe missed his face, but carved a deep gouge in his car’s hood.

“This car is priceless! There’s isn’t another one of it in the world,” he growled, but then Tenacious D reached a hand in and clubbed him in the side of the face and he fell away from the wheel, letting his car swerve into the bus. The car smashed its headlights against the bus’ side and left a dent and tore away metal. With a stroke of unforeseen circumstances, a shred of the bus’ metal bent out and Vinegar’s car’s side caught against it, allowing the bus to drag it along as Eximus cursed under his breath on top of it.

“Your friends should be knocked out by now! There’s no way they should still be breathing down there!” He turned to Gipsy and curled his fingers into a fist.

“We had one way to avoid the lack of oxygen down here and now with the bus torn open, it’s a little easier to breathe.” Summer pointed a finger at him, then lifted one foot so only her toes were touching the ground. “REO Speedwagon, Sweetie Belle’s Stand is able to act as a safe room for us and it has its own oxygen supply. I just waited for the right opportunity to leave and join the fight.”

“Thank you, Summer, but you may proceed back into REO Speedwagon.” Gipsy held out a hand. “This is my fight. I must do this alone.”

“You… are you sure…?” Summer asked, but then she saw the resolve on Gipsy’s face and she knew there would be no changing her mind. She nodded and proceeded back into Sweetie’s Stand. Gipsy had come all this way for a chance to put Eximus in his place. It wasn’t her right to change that.

Sparks continued to fly as Vinegar Petrol’s car was dragged alongside the bus, scraping the bodywork against the railings. Eximus Exo sent Mastodon out to hit Gipsy, but Spandau Ballet was able to pull her out of range in time. But her retreat had a cost, and she watched as Eximus Exo’s Stand began to suck more oxygen out of the air. Staggering, Gipsy slipped backwards and fell into the bus.

She landed hard onto the bag of one of the prospectors, scattering its contents all about her. Food, digging tools, a box of cigars, and a boombox spilled all over the floor of the bus. Gipsy’s head swam with the effort of getting up, and as she used her hands to prop herself back up, her left palm landed on something small and metallic. Bubbles began to appear along her palm, popping and leaving behind their black marks, but suddenly, her mind raced and she picked it up. There was only one way to see if this would work and she would have to brave Anthrax’s bacteria to do it. Her friends didn’t have much time left.

“I must admit, you’re putting up a better fight than I expected!” Eximus said as Gipsy and Spandau Ballet jumped up onto the roof of the bus. “But it’s over now. You might have stood a chance with your friends, but alone, you’re no match for me and Mastodon.”

“Yeah, Eximus!” Vinegar shouted from his damaged car. “Give them the old one two!”

“You know, I’ve had just about enough of your jibbering,” Gipsy growled. “One way or another, only one of us is walking away from this. I’ve been waiting for the moment to finally gain vengeance for the lives of my friends and family.”

“But I drove here,” Eximus frowned. “Bah, whatever. I look forward to stomping on your corpse! Go, Mastodon!”

Mastodon trumpeted and thundered across the roof of the bus to charge Gipsy, who summoned her own Stand. Spandau Ballet ducked under the first swing, but was grabbed by Mastodon with a second swipe. Spandau Ballet kicked its feet, scraping against the other Stand’s body as Mastodon attempted to crush it in a bear hug. Gipsy had her Stand do a flip and twist Mastodon’s arm in an awkward angle, forcing the larger Stand to let go, and in mid air it threw both its fans at Eximus, who was too focused to notice.

But both fans flew past him and into the air.

“Ha! You missed!” Eximus crowed. “Now, Mastodon, get her!”

Gipsy waited until Mastodon was right on top of her before dropping into a crouch and rolling between its massive legs. As she did so, there was a glint to the right and the left as both of Spandau Ballet’s fans flew back in like a pair of boomerangs and sliced into Mastodon’s back. There was a hissing sound like a leaking balloon as Spandau Ballet faded from existence.

“Just what I was waiting for!” Gipsy took out the small object she had picked up in the bus. It was a silver lighter and she lit it before throwing it at Mastodon’s back, where the fans had pierced its hide. “Mastodon sucks up oxygen from the air, but all that oxygen has to go somewhere. And wouldn’t you know it, oxygen is also highly flammable in high concentrations. Meaning you, Eximus…”

Eximus realized a split second too late what was about to happen. He tried to recall Mastodon, but at that very moment, the lighter touched the escaping oxygen and set it aflame, causing Eximus Exo’s Stand to explode in a huge ball of orange fire.

“No!” Eximus jumped from the bus, but the fiery inferno launched him through the air and he landed on the road, rolling across the gravel and tearing apart his pristine suit. His skin was set on fire as he rolled, taking the damage his Stand had received and parts of his flesh melted away, trailing across the road.

He pushed himself up, relieved he had survived, though badly hurt, but then the approaching bus brought him back to reality and he could only gasp as he was caught under the right front wheel. There wasn’t even a bump as it went over him as his body disintegrated into ash and dust. All that remained was the white rose he kept in his coat pocket, now lost to the wind.

“For my family. For my people.” Gipsy placed her right index finger against the scar on her forehead, then flicked her other hand to one side, parallel to the ground.

“Nothing’s stronger than family. But the fight’s not over yet.” Vinegar Petrol righted himself and summoned his Stand once more, pressing its hands against the bus’ surface. “Anthrax will infect the entire bus with its bacteria and you won’t be able to escape! You’ll die slowly and I’ll be far from here by the time you fall.”

The bus was nothing more but a rickety chassis, torn apart from the battle and the explosion. Most of the passengers were already dead and even the bus driver had difficulty with keeping the bus on course now, missing an arm and half his hair from the explosion. He eventually succumbed to his injuries and fell on the wheel, swerving the bus off the road, pulling Vinegar’s car along with it.

Gipsy fell against what was left of the roof and as Anthrax’s bacteria skittered across its surface, they caught on her fingers and began to spread up her arm.

Every cell in her body screamed as though they were being burnt, but they had to take him down, or everyone here would die from the infection.

“Gipsy, jump!” Jojo reached out his infection-laden arm for her as Tenacious D rode alongside the bus.

The blackening had already reached his shoulders and it wouldn’t be long before it got to his head or his heart. Gipsy estimated she had thirty more seconds to stop Anthrax. Jojo had even less.

“Not so fast!” Vinegar called and his Stand reached out and grabbed Gipsy around one leg. “The oxygen levels might’ve returned to normal, but Anthrax can still spread its bacteria!”

Gipsy cried out in pain as bubbles popped across her exposed ankle and made their way up her leg. She could feel her flesh melting away under her attire, but if she were to stop now, then it would all really be over. She had to end this, now or never.

Gipsy spun around on top of the car and Spandau Ballet appeared over her, fans at the ready. She threw one at Anthrax, who swatted it away with its other arm, but before it could move again, Spandau Ballet was already on top of it, slicing down with its other fan. The blade cut clean through Anthrax’s arm and blood shot out from it like a fountain. The same happened to Vinegar and he grasped his bloody stump, unable to hold the wheel as Gipsy shook off Anthrax’s detached arm. Jumping off the car, she took Jojo’s arm, then swung around in the air and landed behind him on Tenacious D.

Anthrax looked up at them and scowled, but then Spandau Ballet’s second fan returned, spinning through the air and cut off one of Anthrax’s horns.

Vinegar screamed and clutched at his bald head as blood began to pour from it, and he had Anthrax blindly reach out, trying to catch Gipsy or Jojo, but Tenacious D spun around in a circle, then rammed itself into the car, detaching it from the bus and sending it swerving in circles towards a row of trees.

Vinegar closed his eyes and braced himself as his beloved car crashed into one of the trees. The left side of his car crumpled and the back and front folded around the tree like it was trying to give it a hug. The bus rolled down a hill and lodged itself between two trees, and one of the prospectors flew out the windshield, but other than that, it didn’t look too bad.

Jojo brought Tenacious D to a stop in front of the bus and he and Gipsy hopped off, but they were instantly sent down on their knees. The bacteria had spread far by now and it was almost too painful to move.

“It’s… not… over.”

Vinegar Petrol kicked his car door open and staggered out. One of his arms had a shard of bone sticking out and one side of his face was a bloody ruin, smashed against the inside of the car when it smacked into the tree. He limped towards them and raised a finger. The middle one.

“You killed my wife… my sweet wife… How could you. Weather Alternate stands for all the good in the world. We seek to rid the weak from the world. Imagine a world where only… the strong… survive!” He reached one arm skyward. “But you’re too weak to see it, the good it will bring…”

“Do you know what he just said?” Gipsy looked at Jojo. She still couldn’t quite process the words coming out of his mouth from his gravely low voice.

“Not a clue. I got a little.” Jojo scratched his cheek. “I think he said something about family.”

“Why you-!” Vinegar growled and Anthrax jumped out from behind him, reaching both hands towards Jojo’s neck.

But Tenacious D emerged from within him, crashing into Anthrax with both horns, spearing it in the chest. Vinegar spat out blood and clutched at his own chest, but then Tenacious D tore itself from the enemy Stand and as the Stand flew back over Vinegar, it charged forward and began swinging punch after punch at the enemy Stand user, beating his body into a pulp.

Vinegar Petrol stumbled back, his mouth agape in a bloody mess, still dripping blood from the sides. Then he lifted a finger, pointed at them, then dropped on his back.

Gipsy Dance breathed a sigh of relief as the bacteria stopped spreading over their skin. Jojo’s arms had blackened completely all the way to the edge of his chin. It seemed they had stopped Vinegar just in time to prevent the bacteria from reaching his brain.

“You have something for this, don’t you?” Jojo rubbed at his arms, then winced from the pain. “I’m glad it’s finally dealt with.”

“Are the others okay?” Gipsy Dance pointed to the destroyed bus as smoke poured from its wrecked engine.

Just then, a greenish backpack hopped down the steps, using its crab legs to push itself forward before the flap opened and Summer Shine leapt out of it.

“We’re fine. Well, better now that the bacteria is gone. I can’t believe I missed walking on grass again.” She tapped her foot against the ground. “You two did it! Are you okay?”

“It still hurts to touch, but at least it stopped spreading.” Jojo sighed and wrapped his scarf around one arm. “The cold isn’t helping against this.”

“I told you to get something with sleeves.” Summer pointed at his bare arms. “Pretty sure Prism warned you about the cold too.”

“Well, no one’s wearing winter gear. Maybe except Bushido.” Jojo looked at REO Speedwagon.

“That’s probably about to change once we get to the mountain.” Summer looked at the towering terrain ahead, past the tree line. Its peak vanished past the cloudy sky. “Gipsy, you did it. You finally took him down!”

“I did.” She clenched her fingers together. “After all these years, I’ve finally brought my family and friends peace. They can rest easy now, knowing their killer has been destroyed. He will harm minorities no more.”

“You can say that again.” Jojo picked at a rock on the ground, which didn’t do more than flip over. “Weather Alternate will be waiting for us up there. And I doubt it’s going to be easier than anything we’ve dealt with so far.”

“But we’ll show them. We’ll show them all.” Gipsy narrowed her eyes and stared at the mountain resolutely. “The world will not sit idly by as they pick and choose who lives and who dies. We won’t. And we’re going up there to stop them once and for all. The Nugget People cannot see the light of day.”

“But first…” Jojo held up a finger. “We need to find a new ride. Again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Sweetie Belle stepped out of her Stand. “I knew something like this would happen again, so I’ve made some arrangements over the last day of travel.

Just then, the sound of something rumbling through the air could be heard around them.

“I told you that my friends and I had done various things over the course of our lives, and one of those things was a foundation for welfare called the Crusaders Foundation.” Sweetie Belle put both her feet together, then bent her body back till it was almost at a ninety-degree angle before reaching one arm skyward and pointing as a shadow appeared over them. “Let’s just say I got some help coming.”
———JO-JO———
Dolfy Horner was staring hard at the documents that Auto Gunship had just brought him. The leader of Weather Alternate had his glasses on and was sitting very still, glaring at the pages of paper on the table that covered the map.

Finally the leader of Weather Alternate spoke.

“Well?” He spat. “What have you got to say for yourselves?”

“What do you mean, sir?” Auto asked nervously.

Dolfy stood up suddenly, capsizing the table and throwing papers all over the place.

“How is it that a bunch of school-age children have been able to progress this far?!” He shouted, the wind from his yelling blowing Auto’s hair back. “This is a disgrace!”

“Mein meister, it just seems that everyone has been underestimating them since the day they left Canterlot,” Auto Gunship said very quickly, sweat beading around his brows.

“They should never have left Canterlot!” Dolfy roared. “If it wasn’t for that revenge-addled moron Timber Spruce, they wouldn’t even know about us!”

“Mein meister, there was nothing we could’ve done about that boy, he was too full of revenge to listen to us,” Auto shot out again, constantly averting his eyes from his furious leader.

“Every single one of our Stand users has been eliminated by this Sushi group!” Dolfy continued to rant. “How is it that the greatest fighters in Weather Alternate could be beaten by a bunch of schoolchildren! Incompetents, all of you!”

Dolfy began to shimmer with an ominous light and two huge monstrous hands appeared beside himself. The rest of the Weather Alternate members took a step back.

“Maybe we can come up with a new plan,” Heavy Hammer stammered. “After all, we are very close to uncovering the Nugget People. I’ve even had to get someone to take care of my fish.”

“What fish?” Dolfy raised a hand and removed his glasses, all the while, his fingers trembled with rage.

Auto shot Hammer a glance to tell him to shut up. “N-Nothing, sir.”

Dolfy scoffed and went over to a computer display on the wall. It showed a cross section of Mount Fegel and the digging process of a very specific tunnel, boring deep into the mountain. The shaft was several miles deep by this point and their machinery had pinged some kind of anomaly a few more hundred meters down. That must have been the Nugget People.

The gold nuggets had been increasing in number as they got closer to the anomaly and to no surprise, miners from all over the world had converged on this point, doing the dirty work for them as they dug deeper in hopes of returning home richer than ever.

Dolfy didn’t blame them. He wouldn’t mind being the richest man alive as well, but there was something down there greater than anything nuggets could buy. What they would find below would forever shape the world and everything they knew. Things were going to change and those that didn’t keep up, were going to be dust in the wind.

Dolfy spun back around and lifted a finger to Heavy Hammer’s face. “Sushi and her group must not reach us. You make sure you do everything in your power to keep them from even setting foot on Fegel Ein! Fegel Ein!”

“Y-Yes, mein meister!” Heavy lifted a hand in salute, then stumbled out of the room.

Auto Gunship and Airsoft Yodel shared a look, then gulped. They were so close to their goal now and they knew the temper of their esteemed leader. Dolfy was going to be harder than ever on them and failure was already not an option before. They wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath this time.

Author's Note:

We've got two Stand images this time:

Comments

[ArcticAce01]

Amazing chapter! We got to see two stands in this and sees little are heroes are getting closer to there destination

[Roboman3000]

Way to go Gipsy!

[Golden_Reflection]

Stand Master: Vinegar Petrol
Stand Name: Anthrax

Ability: Anthrax is able to create a deadly bacteria which spreads across the body, bursting cells long the way. This bacteria spreads faster in low oxygen environments.

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Stand Master: Eximus Exo
Stand Name: Mastodon

Ability: Mastodon is capable of removing oxygen from the surrounding air, storing it inside itself. It is possible that it may be able to release the oxygen it has inhaled, but due to the state of Eximus, we will not be able to find out.

[Golden_Reflection]

Now I’ve finally read this chapter I realised part way through that Vinegar Petrol is the embodiment of the “family” memes form Vin Diesel’s character from Fast and Furious.

[Jojoleopard]

11226558
Well done!

[Black--Soul]

Seriously after that chapter the team is pretty messed up. They can't just continue...
Small and deep cuts, all over body burn from darkness, broken noses, now internal damage to their bloodstream. Seriously! Witjout Sunset Shimmer giving them a hand with a reset they going to die very soon if they push on. Realisticly they are on the very edge of staying alive...

[Black--Soul]

They should just jump ship. At least half or more of them are dead already. Pretty insane to stay...