“It’s her—she’s the stand user!” Kakyion’s voice warned, his voice strained as he attempted to hold off the stand that was currently out for blood.

Jotaro froze, letting go of the lady he had just been saving. She stumbled back, laughing in a crazed fashion, summoning her stand to her side. His gaze fixed upon the small bug burrowed in her forehead, a trickle of blood leaking there. Jotaro’s jaw clenched, tensing as he summoned his own stand, Star Platinum, who was about to strike before he hesitated.

His fingers curling around the tip of his cap, Jotaro let out a heavy breath. He couldn’t kill her. She was under Dio, a century old vampire’s control. He would have to knock her out and pull the parasite out of her head.

“Good grief,” he grumbled under his breath, frustrated.

There was one thing he knew for positive though. She was one heck of a stand user, her capabilities beyond all other opponents he had faced. Jotaro swiftly blocked his friend, Polnareff, as he tried to launch a barrage of strikes.

“Don’t get cocky,” he hissed, “she hasn’t revealed all she’s capable of just yet.”

“Look who’s calling who cocky,” a barely restrained fist was raised as Polnareff called back his stand.

“Maybe we should just run,” Jotaro’s grandfather, Joseph Joestar suggested with a bearded grin.

“No, we can’t leave her possessed,” Jotaro straightened his uniform jacket, calling out to the enemy stand user, watching as her gaze locked with his. He didn’t flinch. But she didn’t either. “Who are you and what do you want from us huh?”