Devo staggered to his feet, only to plunge headfirst into the pool of blood as intense dizziness overtook him.
"How... could this happen... you... why didn't you say so sooner?!"
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"You're the enemy," Polnareff said, spreading his hands unabashedly in response to Devo's weak, trembling demand. "If I'd told you sooner, wouldn't you have caught on?"
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Devo: "..."
The chances of a blind attack happening to sever a major artery were still very low. Mr. Popo had only decided to play along and stall for time because this mentally unstable fellow didn't seem particularly bright.
Devo, who habitually started fights by sacrificing some blood, had never expected to overdo it right out of the gate. Although his Stand had gained the power of hatred and could launch curse-type Stand Attacks, he himself was suffering from abnormal breathing, a racing heartbeat, falling blood pressure, and other symptoms due to excessive blood loss!
In other words, he really was about to die!!
"Tch, what a weakling!"
Watching Devo lie facedown on the floor, gradually ceasing to move, Mr. Popo couldn't help curling his lip.
"You came right to my door to be my target. You really had this death coming, a hundred million percent~~"
Having won easily, Mr. Popo was about to open the door and report the good news to his companions when he caught sight of the voodoo doll by the head of the bed out of the corner of his eye. At some point, it had become drenched in blood.
-Right, this thing had appeared by the bed out of nowhere, too!
Treat anything strange as a Stand Attack!!
-So this thing counted as something strange too, right?
As those thoughts flashed through his mind, Silver Chariot obeyed Mr. Popo's will and took an