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Now from once there was two...there only stood the gunman, with now the user with『CD SPACE』and himself...David honestly was liking these odds a lot. Though the one individual was currently being assaulted by a horde of rocket launchers and blunderbusses...that was one harsh way to take care of things, but David figured she had it. But now it was just him and the gunman. "Well, since it's just us... LIGHT 'EM UP,『21 GUNS』!" "RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!" David looked and noticed what could only be described as a futuristic gun being above his head, and at his command...the ceiling practically started blasting wildly. He noticed it was over everyone's heads except for his...no shock. ...they'll be alright...if they have those types of abilities too. However... he paused, not moving an inch as the bullets were trained right on him. With an exhale, David ran one hand through his hair, only giving the gunman a bit of a smirk. "Carry on...『WAYWARD SON』!!!!" "DODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODO!!" The Stand began to move slightly, seemingly...punching the bullets that were over David's head and just like before, they were sent right back to their sender and shattered the gun barrel in question. "I'm afraid this is just becoming the same ol' song and dance." he said, putting a hand in his pocket. "Should really hit the road on this, ya know." He was blissfully unaware of the rifle that was poised at the far end of the room aimed right at the young man. "Knock off the Chopper Squad and you may just end up leaving this with only a few bumps and bruises, ya follow?" That's when the rifle fired...and the bullet whizzed straight towards David...his back towards it. However...just like the last few attempts on this...it was...wait...David felt something a bit different now. He felt something warm and wet now on his shoulder. A good glance over at his left shoulder, he found that it was now bleeding and that there was a fresh bullet wound right there. That was something he wasn't expecting as he yelled a bit in pain and immediately grabbed his shoulder. "G-Gah!! ...h-heh...lucky shot..." he grumbled, though internally, he was surprised. This wasn't something he was expecting at all, but this did show him something that this little ability of his wasn't invulnerable...though he already knew if the people he was up against weren't getting hostile with him that he'd get hit...but this time...there was clear hostility with the gunman, so...how?

"You're a third-rate gamer with a fourth-rate device!"

Joey smiled as he saw his bullets reach their target, brushing some imaginary dust from the top of the barrel of his gun. He still had it. However, this didn't deter the devil much as it shot something at the ground beneath him. Joey took a look down, before the earth itself sprang up to sock him square in the chin, knocking him a fair height off of the ground and onto his ass. His bottle of whiskey shattered as it was flung out of his hands and onto the ground as well. It took him a moment to recover from the recoil, but when he came to, he noticed that the Foxy perpetrator was now clinging onto the side of the building. Joey fixed his jaw, before 『HYBRID THEORY』helped him off of the ground. That's when he heard a whirring noise come from that thing. It must've been revving something up again. Taking a chance, Joey picked up a chunk of glass, before throwing it straight at Foxy's face, hoping to intercept whatever the hell was going to come from it. After the toss, 『HYBRID THEORY』picked up it's own shard of glass, and planting it into the wall that Foxy clung too. In no time flat, the entire wall was turned into one giant sheet of glass, with Foxy's claws still inside. "I may not be as tough as they come, but even my pal here is strong enough to shatter glass! Let's do it 『HYBRID THEORY』!" The stand balled it's fist, before unleashing a flurry of punches at the wall. "HACHACHACHACHACHACHACHA!" It would take a moment, but the wall would eventually start to break and shatter. Hopefully the whole roof didn't come down on the Museum, but that was a complete afterthought in Joey's head.

Much to his relief Alex went undisturbed, aside from the continued stray bullets, once revealing his Stand and was able to escape through the same wall he'd originally intended just before 21 Guns filled the room with enough bullets to turn anyone into a pile of goo. He began walking off, deciding getting as far away from the museum as possible was the best course of action, when he, very predictably for the day, ran into another group of Stand Users, specifically the users of Flagpole Sitta and Fox, the former of which seemed to be harassing some girl. "You're not gonna get away with putting my people in danger" A woman moved back and forth, ready to defend herself from the menacing masked man controlling the tendril's taking a humanoid shape. "Oh dear!" Alex shouted as he approached, white Beyond still by his side. "I'd hate to be a bother but you seem to be a nuisance to this dame." Alex really didn't want to get involved with another Stand, and his face certainly showed it, but the universe was conspiring against him today. "If that is the case I suggest you push on before we have a problem." It was then Alex noticed the other fellow carrying a very man-shaped object further down. "I suppose you're part of the bunch responsible for the theft of the corpse? One gentleman with a penchant for taking things that may not be mine to another, poor form if I say so, the whole thing with the lights was a bit much, and you're muscle seems a bit . . . trigger happy in my opinion." Alex wasn't quite sure what he was aiming for. False bravado? Intimidation maybe? Or maybe he just wanted to get the attention of the one with he corpse. Either way he'd already gotten himself far more involved than he'd prefer and there was certainly no going back now. He readied himself and had White Beyond take a battle stance, it's long arms hovering around Alex's body ready to attack or defend as needed. "Now, I'm not much interested in any of that nonsense with some mummified remains, not something I'd pinch for myself, but you really oughta leave the lady alone."

Superhuman Patricia stopped dead in her tracks when a man appeared before her. "Where the hell did you come from?" she asked rhetorically. "Just appearing out of thin air like that... you startled me." She pressed a single foot backward. This person was obviously working with the thief, who was now escaping. "I'm not going to bother asking why you're doing this. Stealing the corpse of a holy person. But you put a lot of people in danger, mister. Including my mother." She put up both her fists and guarded her face. "So come on, colonizer. Let's dance. You're not gonna get away with putting my people in danger." That's when Patricia's hair began to stand on edge. There was another presence here. She could feel it. It was malicious. Terrifying. Menacing. She began to sweat rather suddenly, like she was being put on stage for her biggest audience yet. And still, she didn't back down. She began to bob side-to-side, trying to prepare herself for whatever was coming. Mentally, however, she wasn't going to hesitate. Her thoughts were on her mother being in harm's way, and how upset she was. This only cemented Patricia in facing whomever this was. Police could pursue the thief. She would take down this accomplice. She waited for them to make the first move.

With options of how to resolve things peacefully escaping him, Reinaan was surprised to see Lindow move in to talk to Madelyn directly. He spoke plainly of what they were looking for which only enraged the minotaurs. The relic they had called it. If that wasn't a sign they had it the boy wasn't sure what was. Regardless he readied himself to fight only to see confusion among the minotaurs take hold. Two of them seemed convinced a Roc was circling overheard. The draken saw nothing of course but quickly put two and two together that Keres was casting her illusion magic. Madelyn wasted no time in escaping, a wise course of action as the chosen themselves moved to leave rather than fight the hulking beastmen near or in an unstable building. Reinaan took off to return to Kloqah and the mule and took note of Ryia looking out for Keres on the way to escape the scene. The mage was slow on her feet and the boy knew what he had to do. "Come on girl, we gotta get moving." he told Kloqah plainly as he leapt onto her back. The lizard protested but took off at a moderate pace which the boy only urged to move faster. Another snort and she sped up again, circling back to Keres and Ryia as they fled. "I'll get her out of here, get going as fast as you can or take the mule." Reinaan said in a hurry to Ryia as he passed and quite nearly scooped Keres up from off the ground and onto Kloqah's back behind him. "Sorry if that was rough." he said as a matter of fact. He couldn't take the time to be sure if he'd punctured the girl's skin with his claws at all for the moment. The mount turned about at the Fire Chosen's beckoning and began running away faster than either passenger could have hoped to go on their own. Now they had another goal. It wasn't long at all before Kloqah caught up to Madelyn who, like Keres, wasn't particularly fast on foot. The scooping procedure repeated and now Kloqah's back was rather crowded with the Draken, Madelyn and Keres in that order from front to back. "Get your claws off of me!" Madelyn cried several times in protest to the maneuver. Reinaan struggled to get her into place as his mount continued moving but ultimately he was much physically stronger than her. Still, some verbal reassurance was probably in order. "I'm not trying to hurt you I just wanna get you away from them! We could use your help but you can decide what you wanna do when we're back at the city." Reinaan nearly shouted over the girl to get her to stop complaining and resisting him. More than that he didn't want her diving off the mount at this point or she might hurt herself. "Ugh, I suppose I must once more suffer to achieve my goals. As always. Very well...though could you not have gotten a more spacious mount?" Madelyn returned as she ultimately settled down. "Use those legs a little more and I wouldn't have to escort everyone." Reinaan snorted back, wondering just how many humans would never make it on their own with how slow some of them ran. "How crass." Madelyn returned with a huff. As Reinaan looked back to ensure the safety of his two passengers he took note of Keres making a concerted effort to not look at Madelyn. The boy had his suspicions this was another former acquaintance but knew the Water Chosen would likely never raise the subject herself. "Hey, Keres, keep an eye out behind us. We don't wanna leave the others too far behind but we don't want those bulls on our tail either." Reinaan called to her as he kept his eyes forward. He needed to guide Kloqah effectively as a misstep in this situation would create quite the uncomfortable pile up. But also stating her name was his own way of seeing if the two knew each other. "...Right" Keres returned, terse as ever. "Hm. Interesting name..." Madelyn commented as she shifted. Reinaan mentally wished her luck in finding a comfortable position. But more important was her reaction. These two definitely knew each other but were being stubborn about bringing up how. "What, you know a Keres or something?" the Draken teased. "No, no, I don't....I don't believe so." the ruins expert returned. Despite her statement she was clearly in thought. They must not have known each other well. Regardless, Reinaan didn't feel like really grilling her with questions until they were sufficiently far away from the big bull-men. How far away that was he could only guess. More importantly they needed to regroup with the others.

Chris appreciated the familiarity of each staircase in the dungeon, though that didn’t mean he didn’t still try to stick the side of them in case of an errant creak in the steps. In that instance they were too familiar, he supposed, too much like a labyrinthine house that he’d been assigned to sneak through than a crack in the earth. To be fair, though, the stairs were the only reminder. No house he’d ever been in had stinging, numbing spores lying around, nor, as he looked onward to the next floor, did they have goblins or rats the size of horses. Well, Chris thought to himself, at least it was the last floor of the day. He did another quick survey of the area as he tried to quickly identify just how to approach it. “Those ones over there,” he said, gesturing towards the portal (which, unfortunately, looked to be off at the moment) “are probably magic users? Estellise, can you deal with those? I’d rather not get hit in the face with a fireball if I can help it.” Any other planning would take too long. They were outnumbered enough that time was definitely not on their side. He picked out a target and ran in, sword drawn and ready to strike. If he could get rid of the mount, that’d be a great first step. His blow landed right between the eyes of the giant rat, which keeled over, tossing the goblin right off. Before Chris could feel too pleased with himself, though, he became acutely aware that every other beast or being in the room was looking directly at him. “Surprise,” he said.

"Of course..." Kace said bitterly, rolling his eyes as he was now left alone with the two stand users, one of which was running straight at him. Cracking his knuckles, Joanna's charge would be stopped by a sudden wall of rocket launchers that emerged from the ground in front of her. "Why can't I go one mission without someone fucking something up." As he said that, blunderbuss barrels jutted out of each launcher, firing in Joanna's direction. He glanced towards the rest of the room, assessing what he was dealing with. He was surrounded on both fronts, as he found himself walking towards the opposite corner of the room from Alex. The only thing notable he saw were the two stand users attacking him and another, who seemed to be just trying to survive the bullets. He turned towards David, giving him a menacing glare from behind his glasses. "Well, since it's just us..." A wicked grin stretched on his face, the guns on the ceiling now consisting of only futuristic heavy machine gun barrels above everyone except Kace and his stand. "LIGHT 'EM UP,『21 GUNS』!" On command, the ceiling started blasting wildly at the people in the room. "RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!" There was still, however, the issue of David. Kace wasn't sure what capabilities『WAYWARD SON』had, only that it was some kind of protection stand. Kace snapped his fingers, prompting『21 GUNS』to slam its face into the floor, cracking it in the process. From the far end of the room, opposite of where the three stand users were, appeared a rifle from the wall. With a click that was masked by the other gunfire, the rifle fired, aiming its shot directly at David. Every Stand had a flaw, after all, and Kace was going to figure out how to break『WAYWARD SON』.