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"Whoever is in your body is being watched by Number Seven. He hasn't moved an inch. He's completely out." Explaining that 'Mista' once again peered back aiming the last two points towards everyone.

Moving your gaze away from where everyone was looking, movement quickly caught your attention. The form of Chariot seemed to have finally regained some of its strength now pushing itself into a kneel, "Bruno! Chariot's getting up!" Pointing at the stand and exclaiming that your eyes never left it's form.

"We already know how to use the arrow. If we take control of that arrow, everything will be over!" Listening to what 'Giorno' had announced after you initially pointed out the stand, 'Bruno' right away began moving forward reaching out towards the item in question before pausing as the blue hand of Sticky Fingers emerged from his wrist reaching up and around his neck.

Struggling to pull the stands hand away, a zipping noise sounded from above causing the man's eyes to widen up hesitantly. The stand jumped down before him still clutching onto 'Bruno's throat. "Sticky Fingers...what in the world..." Chariot right after the words left 'Bruno's mouth turned on it's heel darting back towards the man.

"Pick up the arrow! Requiem's charging at you!" Yelling that out 'Giorno's eyes were fixated on the stand quickly making ground, gunfire followed ringing out from behind him signifying that 'Mista' had fired a few shots.

One of which knocked the arrows wooden shaft while the other three knocked Chariot back. Both the stands halted their actions now standing in place, "I'm gonna knock the arrow away! Hurry and pick it up!" Another shot was fired, but something about the situation didn't settle right.

Emerging from the pillar behind the gunslinger a portion of it stretched outwards before breaking showing that Number One was behind it, the stand's expression was that of a wide smile with equally wide eyes aiming the pulled straight at 'Mista'. "Take this! I'll put a hole in your brain!"

"Mista! Duck!" Having taken notice of the stand just as 'Bruno' did the both of you called out at the same time, voices combining to alert the man.

Realizing that he wasn't going to duck in time, 'Trish' had summoned her stand calling out it's name quickly, the stand swung it's fist surrounding itself as well as the bullet in a vibrant pink glow. This was the first time you'd seen 'Trish's stand as well as its ability when the bullet simply just smashed into 'Mista's face like putty.

Number One has still been yelling obscenities proceeding to kick 'Mista's cheek aggressively, "What the...Number One? Where the hell did you come from? Hey, stop!" Right away the other Pistols appeared and Number Three delivered a quick punch to Number One.

The stand drifted back a bit blinking up at the others, a confused expression overtook his face. "What's wrong, guys?"

Shocked that the stand wasn't aware of what he'd been doing the group collectively shared a look of surprise. Your own gaze focused on the small stands seeing them explain what their comrade had been doing before your attention shifted back down the tunnel.

Yourself and 'Abbacchio' briefly made eye contact upon seeing Chariot drawing closer, a spike of anxiety panged through your body. "It's moving again! It's going to pick up the arrow!" Bringing that to attention, 'Abbacchio' pointed off towards the rogue stand watching as it's good hand curled around the arrow picking up it's severed hand, re-attaching it with a sizzle. Chariot then turned beginning to walk away, it's heeled boots clicked against the floor but nobody dared going after it.

"What the hell? What the hell just happened?!" Demanding that 'Mista' stared wide eyed at the stands back.

Polnareff who was still clutched in your grasp eyed his former stand, "I think this is Requium's stand ability when it's in berserk mode. This is the first time I'm witnessing it, as well! Now that Requiem has gone berserk, it has carried on my wish and has become a defensive stand."

"And it did this because your last wish was to keep the arrow away from Diavolo. It's final mission is to make sure nobody takes the arrow." Coming to that conclusion and stealing the rest of Polnareff's explanation a nod was given confirming your words.

"Anyone who tries to touch the arrow gets stopped by their own stand!" Realizing that this was the reason Sticky Fingers and Sex Pistols had attacked their users 'Bruno's brows raised at the revelation.

"The arrow has the ability to control your mind...Are you saying this is a part of that?" Aiming the question towards anyone willing to answer 'Giorno's eyes widened.

"So then, what the heck are we supposed to do? Our stands have powered up. B-But, I mean...if we try and get the arrow away with that power..." "Then it'll just turn back on us." Finishing 'Narancia's train of thought you looked up towards where he was watching him hop down from the ledge onto the ground. This would be a good time to have begun brainstorming a plan with the others, but right away "Mista's stand had begun speaking, calling out something of utmost importance.

"Mista! Number Seven, the one keeping watch is freaking out! Bucciarati's body...is awake!"

Although it was discussed earlier on you could tell the group was hesitant to believe that the boss wasn't the one inhabiting Bruno's body, but it was better to be cautious than not.

"Diavolo! No way!"

"We'll have to go after the arrow later!" Announcing that after 'Trish' spoke, 'Bruno' quickly added on maneuvering himself to hide behind a wall. "Position yourselves where you can see his body!"

Doing just that you peaked around the wall adjacent to 'Bruno', moving so that Polnareff's head could peek around as well. A still silence washed over the team, something so thick that you could almost hear a pin drop.

"Mista! Shoot him now!" Hearing 'Bruno' call out yourself and the man called gave him a dumbfounded look, even if the body wasn't inhabited by him it still belonged to him. Though that seemed to be the least of his worries. "What are you doing?! Hurry up and shoot him!"

"But that's your body, Bucciarati!" Hesitant to follow what was being demanded, 'Mista' stared at the man in question, he couldn't push himself to shoot without knowing the outcome.

"Bullet wounds are wounds Golden Experience and (Y/N) can fully heal." Pointing that out you couldn't help but feel dumb for forgetting something like that. The mind swapping must've really gotten to you. "We need to make sure he can no longer move. That's what you're saying...Right, Bucciarati?"

Without responding the gunslinger's stand spoke once more, Number Seven pointing towards where Bruno's body was. "He stood up! He's starting to walk!" Shots were fired instantaneously lodging themselves into the body knocking it back onto the ground. "He's convulsing! He won't be able to come after us anymore!"

Your eyes focused on the convulsing body before shifting away. It was tough seeing the body in such a condition considering it belonged to Bruno, though the man himself didn't seem to care all too much.

It made you worried. He was going to become too careless with what he did and in doing so there was a very high chance that,

He could die.

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"He could die"

Bruno:

Damn my other JoJo fic is kinda BUSSIN (But I still have a long way's to go in order to start posting it)