Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190215115809/@comment-26892768-20190220230530

Yup - really isn't that hard. Both the figure that Davepeta and Assault target are leaking sand fast.

In the meantime, Dave is now helping out John with the figures, working together with him to fight them off.

"okay lets be real here im thinking these guys only really have an advantage in numbers because they are not that tough to beat back" Dave remarks as he blocks some attacks with Caledfwlsh before throwing in a few swings himself. "well that and the fact that they are significantly more sandy than us they also have that"

Meanwhile...

Jolyne gets closer, yet closer. Almost...

wait where did the wall go

"What the-"

And cue Jolyne falling out of a portal...one that is significantly higher in the sky.

Because of course it is.

"-ffffffuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!?" Jolyne yells, confused (and also the tiniest bit extremely pissed). That said, she decides to not question it and just focus on staying alive, allowing her torso to return to normal as she looks at the nearest building.

"Stone Free!" By Jolyne's side materializes a blue, bumpy, humanoid figure, only visible to Stand users and those with a deep connection to the soul - her Stand, Stone Free.

Stone Free rears back its right arm, then launches it forward as what would be a punch at nothing becomes something more due to the upper arm unraveling long enough for the right hand to grip the edge of a rooftop. With that, the arm promptly starts to retract itself back into place, causing Jolyne to swing and barely miss the ground, reaching the apex of her swing just as the arm finishes reforming and Stone Free lets go, allowing Jolyne to gain some air for a moment...then Stone Free rapidly unravels and reshapes itself into a parachute before its user has to face a repeat from before.

Of course, to an outsider, it would just appear that she's somehow flying/hovering, but she really doesn't care at the moment.

Jolyne sighs in relief. "Gimme a damn break..."

She thought Pucci had run out of inconvenient Stand users, damn it!