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Karl tried to react but the hit still connected.

He stumbled back, Marcus' footprint was burned onto his face and his skin began to melt off.

"Gr..." He grunted. His left hand returned to normal, while his right's fingers were melting from the previous Hamon attack. ''The kid is getting better and better as the fight goes on. I need to finish this.''

He moved back to the kitchen and grabbed the microwave one-handed, tossing it at Marcus like a baseball.

Cork fell to his knees as his torso continued to melt. He screamed in agony, but then gritted his teeth and let out. "I...I won't fail my mission Joestar! Even if I die I'll take you out with me!" From between the purple vines sprung out sharp while bones coming out of the assassin's torso.

Joseph tried to get away but in his old age he wasn't very agile. He managed to deflect one of them with a Hamon enfused hand, but the other ribs bit into his old flesh. He spat up blood and fell back against the wall, bleeding from half a dozen wounds. "Halim..." Joseph muttered. "The vines are..."

In his weakened state, the Hermit Purple vines began to loosen around Cork and influx of Hamon had stopped.

Agent Philips began to push himself back up, his torso and arms were a mangled mess of burning and melting flesh, but his legs were still fine and he was still alive. "I'm going to return the pain tenfold, Mr. Joestar."

"Ms. Lanois has probably finish cooking by now." Jojo noted as they turned the corner into SoHo, Manhanttan. "Dad always ate his meals early."

"Her food is top notch. My estate's cooks don't even compare." Danny muttered.

"Oh, is that why you're always coming over to eat?" She teased.

He shrugged. "Hey, can you fault me for that?" He joked. He was always so relaxed to joke and banter when he was around Jojo. With anyone else he'd be as quiet as a mouse.