“GRRRGGH!!!” Kilo grunts out, taking the blow to his face. Rivulets of a black, oily substance run down the arm that just hit him. A stream of this substance flies off it with the force of its swing, and these splash towards Kilo. Despite quickly guarding his chest and face with his arms, a few droplets hit his face and get into his eyes. He shudders, as the punch sends him flying backwards towards the street, shooting over the patio stairs.
Before Shizuka can even comprehend what just happened, a tall Hispanic woman in a strange poncho-like garment, cut with square holes, strides past her out of the door. The woman glances at her, asking, “Did no one ever tell you? Breaking and entering is a crime.”
Shizuka hardly hears her, as she vaults over the stairs, running to Kilo’s side “KILO!! Kilo are you ok!?!”
“GRAAAAAAGHHH!!” he screams, as he shakes on the ground in agony. Desperately, Kilo rubs his eyes, trying to get the dark stuff out, but it only smears it deeper in.
“Kilo!” cries Shizuka, before turning her head in anger to the assailant. “What did you do to him!!?”
The tall woman puts a finger to her lips and shushes her gently, having already gone down the steps towards her. “Don’t make so much noise… WITCH MOUNTAIN is taking effect.”
“Who are you!!?”
“Moya. I’m Moya Pezzente. It’s good to finally meet you, Shizuka Joestar,” the woman says, her voice full of dark authority. Shizuka swallows at the sound of her own name, “I like to consider myself a fair woman. So this is your one opportunity. Walk away. Leave now, return to New York, return to your foster-mother and home. Don’t ever come back to this city, or I will have to be rough with you.”
Gritting her teeth in silent fury, Shizuka crouches and drags Kilo to his feet. “ACHTUNG BABY!” she shouts, and they both disappear.
Moya immediately summons her Stand. It spins around with its fist out, splashing it’s dark fluid in a perfect circle around its master. Behind her, some of the fluid hits against Shizuka’s back, causing her to shriek from the cold. The shock causes her to turn visible again and nearly trip over as she carries Kilo on her shoulder.
She turns and sees the tall woman’s Stand fully manifest, startling in its inhumanity. A carnivorous maw like a crocodile’s emerges from under long, oily black hair, concealing its eyes, if it has any. The flesh beneath the dark cloth it is draped in is burnt orange and lean. From the ends of its hair drips the dark substance, and this too runs down its arms.
Shizuka, shaken, nonetheless chuckles at the sight of the thing. “Th-that’s one hell of a Stand you got…”
Moya moves and her Stand moves with it. Shizuka pushes Kilo off of her, conjurings ACHTUNG BABY, with throws its arms up to guard. But WITCH MOUNTAIN is upon her in an instant and delivers a solid punch to her gut.
“GOOUUUGH!!” Shizuka wretches, all the wind knocking out of her. She doubles over, collapsing to her knees.
“I’m not here for compliments, but I appreciate it, all the same,” says Moya, as her Stand grips Shizuka by her neck and lifts her up off the ground. As WITCH MOUNTAIN winds up for another punch to the girl’s face, something strange occurs.
The Stand’s arm seems to jitter, then literally unfold like a blossom. Moya looks on in surprise, as five forearms apparently sprout from the base of her Stand’s elbow.
ACHTUNG BABY uses this momentary distraction to strike at WITCH MOUNTAIN’s wrist, shocking it just enough to drop Shizuka. She scrambles out of its limited range and nurses her bruised stomach.
“Shizuka.”
The Joestar girl turns her head to the sound of Kilo’s voice, and gasps at the sight of his face. Moya looks at Kilo, and her eyes also go wide at what she sees. Black tears stream continuously from his eyes, as if pouring from a wellspring.
“Dios Mio,” mutters Moya, “I’ve never seen a reaction to WITCH MOUNTAIN that strong. I’ve heard lots of things about you Kilo Staples, but this…”
“What are you talking about!?” Shizuka yells, furious, “What have you done to him!?!”
Harvest Guardian 