-Flashback-
"So what you're saying is your Stand has two abilities?" Jovan asks Kali, who was ensnared in vines.
"Yes, my Stand's secondary ability lets me swap your Stand's name and ability for another one. It's sort of a gamble, possibly weakening or enhancing abilities significantly," Kali explains.
"You changed my Stand's name to 'Going Underground'. You even changed its appearance. It's almost like you swapped my Stand out for another," Jovan notes.
"And who is this Piccolo guy you're talking about?" Jovan queries.
"Piccolo is a god among men. I won't spill more details, but I'll tell you he resides here in Bendigo," Kali responds.
"Bendigo? Here? I didn't know he was so close... Thanks for the info, Kali," Jovan says before a small lip forms on the vine, bites through it, releasing Kali into a cage filled with tigers.
"NO! NO! NO! HELP ME, PLEASE! FUCK, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kali screams, trapped and helpless as the tigers begin to tear at his flesh.
-Flashback over-
"I wonder if there are others like me..." Jovan muses as he returns home. "For example," he says as he looks at his peculiar Stand. Jovan's Stand, unlike any humanoid form, features an upper torso and head mounted on four long legs, about as tall as Jovan himself. At the base of its chest, there's a funnel which produces 1cm balls. "This Stand of mine, it can't control these balls once they're made, nor make them float, but I can control how fast they come out," Jovan explains before settling down for a quick nap.
Just as he gets into bed, a humanoid figure appears behind a hanging shirt, wielding a 30cm blade. "Take this..." the figure whispers, lunging to stab Jovan in the heart. Unexpectedly, a barrage of 1cm balls shoots out rapidly from the funnel, striking the knife and breaking it in two.
"G-GAAAAUGH!" The figure screams as a continuous stream of balls pelt his neck and face.
"Ah, so you're the one from my garden every night? Time to end this!" Jovan exclaims, his Stand unleashing a rapid torrent of marbles at the shadowy figure.
"So, you want to start this again?" the obscured figure retorts, reappearing behind Jovan and stabbing him in the stomach. "Y-You..." Jovan gasps as an arm sprouts from his chest, beginning to choke him.
"My name is Smokey B, and my Stand, 'Hot n' Ready', can create limbs on any mark I've left. I'm about to eliminate you, Jovan, and no one will know," Smokey tightens his grip, menacingly.
Jovan, struggling for breath, notices the room's temperature rising. "My Stand's ability doesn't just produce these balls; it seems to be heating up now. It's creating more balls faster than ever," Jovan wheezes, the temperature climbing rapidly.
Smokey, feeling the heat, withdraws his blade and hastily exits the room. "Better not stay too long, or I'll be affected by his Stand."
"It's so hot..." Jovan murmurs, trying to grab his phone, only to retract from the scalding device. "Why is everything so hot suddenly?" He ponders, then realizes, "Two enemies? That explains the heat and the increased production rate of the balls!"
Summoning his Stand once more, Jovan prepares for the next attack, but with no humanoid form to punch, his Stand continues to discharge a torrential flow of marbles, leaving scorch marks and blood from Jovan's blistered hands. "Definitely more than one enemy involved."
To Be Continued!