Stands. The physical manifestation of one's fighting spirit. Johnny had encountered plenty during the race. He didn't expect to come across you though.

When his nail bullets hit you, your stand activated automatically. The black goo crept around your body, its white glossy eyes opened and stared at Johnny. Your height had a huge difference as well, not to mention the teeth. Johnny backed up in his wheel chair.

"God damnit, if you get any closer, i'll shoot!"