"No, no, no, that's not it at all!"
The Frenchman and his Stand raised their hands together, pointing at the Egyptian astrologer who had spoken up in righteous indignation. The gleaming, razor-sharp sword tip seemed capable of piercing space itself. Just looking at it made their eyes ache!
"To slander my character and my Stand like that, Avdol... I take it you want to be the first to die, don't you!!"
Their auras clashed, neither sword nor flame giving an inch!
After the customary exchange of trash talk, the Frenchman bowed elegantly, his silver-armored knight Stand behind him. "Please allow me to introduce myself first."
"I am Jean Pierre Polnareff. My Stand corresponds to the Chariot card, and its name is Silver Chariot. It possesses an attack that can pierce anything, extraordinary speed, and formidable swordsmanship."
"I see." Although Avdol's expression remained serious, his tone grew unexpectedly gentler. "Thank you for introducing yourself, Polnareff. It seems I misunderstood you earlier. You're not that sort of despicable, deceitful Stand User. In that case, allow me, Avdol, to..."
"Please wait, Mr. Avdol."
Behind the Egyptian astrologer, Noriaki Kakyoin stepped forward and said, "Forgive my rudeness, but since joining the group, I have yet to contribute anything. This has left me deeply uneasy, so..."
"So I ask that you give me the opportunity to fight this battle. What do you say?"
"Uh, is that so..."
Avdol hesitated, but across from him, Polnareff had his Stand twirl its sword and said indifferently, "Whoever goes first, the outcome will be the same."
"What!?" The old geezer nearly ground his teeth to pieces. "Isn't this guy a little too arrogant?"
Watching the show from the front row, Josen gave him a sidelong glance.
*-I'd say you're every bit as bad as Mr. Popo when you get