Another day, another enemy stand user. Ever since embarking on this adventure beside the rest of the crusaders, these attacks were both frequent as they were relentless.

This was just Polnareff’s luck—why did they always seem to appear whenever he had to release himself? Must’ve been targeted, the Frenchman couldn’t help but think with a dreaded sigh as the restroom’s door slammed to a startling close and in walked in yet another one of Dio’s lackeys.

Presumably.. If that bloodlust exuding the rather.. attractive individual was any indicator.

“You guys really are relentless, non?” A mostly rhetorical question the silver-haired man voiced aloud, “I can’t even take a leak in peace anymore, for Christ’s’ sake! Not without one of you popping up out of nowhere, anyway.”

Silver Chariot’s manifestation appears beside its user, poised and ready for anything the enemy may throw.