[It would be easy to hide in his little circle of plant life, to direct his attacks from within and keep himself protected. It would also be stupid. He isn't operating a fighter jet or a submarine, he's not piloting anything. He's fighting, fighting someone he cares about, so it's his duty to ensure precision, to fight to the best of his abilities until one or the other of them is done.]
[He doesn't waste time imagining who it'll be, either. They'll know soon enough.]
[What he does do is push through the vines like they're nothing, coming to stop in front of Star Platinum in the sand. It's not a move of bravado, since Gold Experience is absolutely still standing between them and just to one side, but he does look up at Jotaro's Stand a little apologetically.]
Mi dispiace, Star. [And to Jotaro:] I tried to warn you. You should know better than to make me repeat myself.
[But that's it. Monologuing's for amateurs (Padre), and he's got work to do.]
[Gold Experience moves without a word, a sound, a look, just moves. Not as fast as The World, of course, because The World moves outside time, but fast all the same - for Star, not Jotaro, which was another reason for the pardon begged, because - well.]
[The blow doesn't actually need to connect, really; it's more a movement through the air, an effect on the outside versus the inside. He can't stop time, no, but he can accelerate life just for a little while, and life is all in the mind.]
[Time moves forward. The mind rushes. Everything that is felt is felt more.]
[He stands framed against the surf, and watches, and waits.]
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[He doesn't waste time imagining who it'll be, either. They'll know soon enough.]
[What he does do is push through the vines like they're nothing, coming to stop in front of Star Platinum in the sand. It's not a move of bravado, since Gold Experience is absolutely still standing between them and just to one side, but he does look up at Jotaro's Stand a little apologetically.]
Mi dispiace, Star. [And to Jotaro:] I tried to warn you. You should know better than to make me repeat myself.
[But that's it. Monologuing's for amateurs (Padre), and he's got work to do.]
[Gold Experience moves without a word, a sound, a look, just moves. Not as fast as The World, of course, because The World moves outside time, but fast all the same - for Star, not Jotaro, which was another reason for the pardon begged, because - well.]
[The blow doesn't actually need to connect, really; it's more a movement through the air, an effect on the outside versus the inside. He can't stop time, no, but he can accelerate life just for a little while, and life is all in the mind.]
[Time moves forward. The mind rushes. Everything that is felt is felt more.]
[He stands framed against the surf, and watches, and waits.]