>>5433161“Let's find out. Why don't you try opening that hand of yours, and we'll see?” you ask him, the Czarnian looking at you confused. Then he looks down at his hand, only to FINALLY realize that your Stand already got him. His entire right fist is frozen solid, the numbing ice creeping up his forearm as you watch him lose it.
“What the hell, ya damned lizard? Did you really think that'd stop ME?” he snarls, then with his left fist shatters his frozen right arm. But to his shock both hands shatter, his other arm having begun freezing as well, looking at you with an all-too-familiar, satisfying fear. He leans back but stops again, looking down and realizing that his legs are freezing from the feet up too and begins to realize that he's already lost. “How?”
“When you punched me, my face was covered in hundreds of tiny, microscopically sharp ice needles.” you explain, smirking as the ice continues spreading. “And thanks to the force of your punch, they embedded themselves in your fist far enough to reach into your bloodstream. As we speak, my Stand is spreading throughout your circulatory system, freezing everything. In another few moments, this body will be completely ice from the inside out.”
“There's no way. There's ju-” he says, words cut off as his throat freezes as well. You watch as his entire body freezes solid, the look of existential dread putting a smile on your face.
“Pathetic.” you say, then turn to the nearest three Lobo. “So, whose next?”
“D-Dammit.” one says, the mercenary's bodies all looking visibly nervous. But in the silence a fourth shouts out from somewhere behind you. “How dare you kill me!”
But as you can sense him approaching, you aren't in any danger. With a thought your Stand creates a wall of ice from the ground, it rising up and catching his legs to stop the would-be attacker short. As he's stopped you whirl around counterclockwise and slam your right fist square into his face, sending him falling back as the ice holding him up shatters with a thought.
“SHIT!” he exclaims, spitting up a tooth as he sits up, then holds it out to you while giving you a snaggle toothed grin. “Now ook what you've done! My perfect smile!”
“You know, if you want to catch someone with a sneak attack, you probably shouldn't yell out and give yourself away.” you say smugly, giving him a smirk as you look down your nose at the idiot.
“But it does work. As a distraction.” he says as suddenly you're grabbed, the three you'd turned away from grabbing your arms, legs and tail to hold you in place.
“GOTCHA!” the three holding you shout out at once, pinning you. “Now, do it!”
“With pleasure.” the one you'd dropped says, standing up with a bloody grin and drawing his familiar hook weapon. “Hold 'em while I gut this lizard.”
