Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20190410170538/@comment-32932951-20190411112802

Risotto stayed silent in his seat.

He planned on going to prison as soon as possible, but he wanted it to be a legitimate trial to arouse as less suspicion as possible.

"𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝! "

Diavolo clicked his mandibles together.

​​​​​​​"𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕨𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣!"

King Crimson pulled back his arm, ready to strike the wall in multipule places almost at once. Safer and smarter, Diavolo was only getting used to his own powers aside from his stand now but his stand was way more precise then him and likely almost anything seeing King Crimson had a ??? in precison.

"𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 「𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕠𝕟」!"

King Crimson struck the wall infront of him with at least 12 strikes, all of them uber precise and caculated with just the right amount of pressure. Pieces of the wall go flying up ahead. As soon as pieces of the wall went flying, Diavolo entered his world of erased time. Only for a half a second or less, then time resumed to normal.

Those in the room with Sinclair may not feel too good. Having chunks of wall lodged in your major organs tended to not help you out. Using time erasure shenanigans the chunks of wall bypassed their armor if they had any and went right through it. If Diavolo was only a hair late on the timing, it would have only passed through the others harmlessly. Diavolo has had y e a r s  to practice with his stand.

Sinclair, was left untouched. None of the chunks of wall had hit him whatsoever. Diavolo stepped through the room with the holes he had made with his stand.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦...𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖!"

​​​​​​​As much as Diavolo wanted to finish him off right here right now, he couldn't.