- user has a stand/ability similar to diego’s
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Diego’s cyan eyes flicked across the empty horizon, the reins loose but steady in his gloved hands as Silver Bullet trotted along the sand-streaked path.
The land around him was quiet—too quiet.
Just miles and miles of dust, heat haze, and rocks that all started looking the same after the third hour. He shifted in the saddle, golden hair catching in the wind whenever a breeze bothered to roll through.
There it was again—that weird, creeping sensation crawling up his spine.
Like someone was watching. Or following. Or both.
“…Tch,” Diego muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.
Nothing. No shadows, no footsteps, not even a buzz of a fly.
Still, he clicked his tongue, straining his senses to try and find anything. And yet… nothing. Just wind and heat and the occasional horse snort.
“Maybe I’m just losing it,” he murmured.
Wouldn’t be the first time. This desert did things to people. Boredom and paranoia had a way of tag-teaming your sanity out here.
Silver Bullet suddenly gave a startled whinny—and then everything happened at once.
The horse reared, Diego’s balance slipped, and something slammed into him like a meteor.
His breath punched out of his lungs, and before he could even curse, he was airborne. Sand exploded as he hit the ground, shoulders rolling, arms flaring out like wings before he skidded to a stop.
His breath was knocked right out of his lungs as the impact rattled through his ribs.
“Ghh—dammit…” He gritted his teeth, pushing himself up, spitting out some grit.
Then he saw it.
Standing in front of him, framed by the sun and looking way too casual for someone who just tackled him, was a jockey, a humanoid dinosaur jockey.
‘This jockey… they’re a Stand user.’, was the only thought that immediately formed into Diego’s mind at the sight.
His lips then curled into a sharp smirk, brushing dust off his sleeves. “Hmph. So that’s how it is, huh? Seems someone here has the same trick as me. Or maybe something better.”
He stood fully, the sun casting long shadows across the sand.
“Well then,” he muttered, cyan eyes gleaming.
He squared his shoulders and cracked his neck.
“Let’s see which of us is the better predator.”