Polnareff softly patted the little girl's back as she told him about what happened. He listened and kept a lookout for Bucciarati. Avalon stayed out to watch the child and man, as well as to meet the man she trusted. Polnareff was impressed with seeing Avalon, a stand that was a fusion of a stand and a soul that was not the user's. However, he noted a hollow indent in the chest of the stand, where a heart or something may go. The little pillar girl stared at the indent. The shape was familiar. She knew that shape. She was set down on the floor by the Frenchman so he could wheel to look at the streets. The child looked at the indent before realizing the shape. "Wait a second.," the little girl said and pulled a red stone from her bag. An Aja stone. It was a large and almost perfect stone that her father had given her over sixty years before.
Its beautiful red color matched her stand perfectly. Avalon immediately recognized it and seemed to want it. He was drawn to it almost. The shape and size matched the dent in his chest perfectly. (Y/n) looked to her stone before setting it into the hole in her stand's chest. The golden accents that were on him changed slightly, creating a sort of containment loop around the stone to bind it into place.

Avalon seemed to grow after it was set into his chest. The stone became a perfect match to the perfect Super Aja that he had sought after many years ago. His body seemed to lost its transparency after he fused with the stone. "I feel, different. Almost whole.," the voice of the stand rang out. "You look a little different.," (y/n) replied and saw that Polnareff was looking over at the stand. Avalon was looking at his new feature and tapped the jewel on his chest. The child smiled at her stand and his new look. "Daddy. We may have to break our promise and fight.," the little girl told her stand as Polnareff went back to watching the streets. The Frenchman had binoculars to his eyes as he looked over the roads, "Tell me. Can you sense where the others are?" "They are out of my range at the moment.," the child replied and heard her stand land beside her as she climbed onto a high block and looked over the old building. She remembered this. She remembered many things from this area.
A movement in the shadows of the lower levels caught her attention. She saw several men. She did not sense them. These were not her warriors. The little girl looked to the shadows and walked over after she hopped down. From the darkness came a familiar pale face and red eyes. Risotto. Shuffles in the darkness showed others. Prosciutto, Pesci, Formaggio, a purplish haired man, an angry looking blue haired man, a brunet with red eyes and a pair in the back. "This is goodbye?," (y/n) asked. "It is.," Risotto answered, "But I wanted to come back and tell you something before we left."

"The boss is two people in one, a clueless child and the ruthless man.," the silver haired man spoke while kneeling to her height, "You already know that, no doubt. However, I hope that your friend up there and Bucciarati's gang succeed in this. I am sorry I was too stubborn to consider another way." "Your choices have been made Risotto, just rest.," the little girl replied, "All of you." Avalon stood behind he child, recognizing the few he saw through her eyes. The silver haired man stood, "Goodbye, (y/n). And kill the boss for us." "We will.," Avalon spoke for his user and set his win on her head, his voice startled the dead. Risotto made a small smile and began to fade as he crossed over. Prosciutto looked to the child and gave her a nod, Pesci mimicked his lead. "I probably should have taken your advice. But it's over now. Thank you for caring about my comfort in my last moments.," the blond man spoke before disappearing. Pesci was shaking a bit before he disappeared.
The purple and blue haired men disappeared, as did the pair in the back. The brunet man made a small sarcastic smile before disappearing. Formaggio was left, "I forgive you, kid. You're strong, I'll give you that, I can see why after meeting your family. They are intense." "Formaggio. Rest.," the little girl spoke. "I will. But, you were right. We could have changed. We were blinded by greed and grief, that made us shut off.," Formaggio spoke, "I guess I'm trying to say... Sorry. I'll go now. Your scary guy will kick my ass if I stay here any longer." The Grey haired man laughed as he disappeared. The place became quiet as the little girl noticed that there were items left on the ground. Items that used to belong to the men. The child picked up the items. "We'll end this for you and everyone else who has suffered by Diavolo.," the child spoke to herself and climbed back up to her place on the ruins. She saw below her to Polnareff, he was still waiting for her friends to come.

From the darkness of the the night. She felt the energy of Bruno Bucciarati and two other stand users. Avalon felt their energy through his link with his user. His aggression spiked as he sensed enemy stand users in the area. The child sensed that the energy from Bucciarati was weakening. His zombie body was not going to last much longer. The little girl sighed as she felt the energy of the enemy stand user disappeared, yet the feeling of dread persisted as the feeling of the other, stronger stand user came closer. She looked into the arena as Polnareff demanded that Bucciarati identify himself and the person with him. Bucciarati replied with his name and The one with him was Trish. (Y/n)'s energy rippled through her. Polnareff asked the person and Bucciarati to come out of the shadows so he could see them, "Slowly, like you're lifting up a skirt."
"That's not Trish! That is the enemy!," the little girl found herself shouting. She knew she brought attention to both herself and her knowledge of who this enemy was. The young man with Bucciarati disappeared. The black haired man was left in the middle of the Colosseum alone. (Y/n) felt Giorno and the others get into range after the time skip. She looked to the stairs after hearing footsteps. Slow and steady footsteps. Ascending the stairs. The energy of this man had the same weight on it as the other two. (Y/n) felt her spine chill from just the mere memory of those two. It was all she could do not to shake. The young man from Sardinia stood on the stairs, glaring at the two before in an instant, he was gone and a man had replaced him on the other side of the column.

A man with pink hair that had spots, a mesh shirt that had a pair of tails, wicked green eyes, magenta lipstick and the same pants and shoes the young man had before. "Jean Pierre Polnareff. It appears that no matter how much I tear apart the past, it still manages to wiggle up like a worm from under a rock.," the deep voice of their enemy, Diavolo, spoke, "This is surprising. I did not think you survived when I scattered your remains into the ocean. But, that is not important. What is, is what you were going to tell Bucciarati and his men!" His green eyes shifted to see the child perched on a nearby column, a fierce looking stand stood over her as forms in the shadows around them wavered. "That has to be the rumored monster I heard so much about, the one who has been decimating the members involved with the drugs.," the man spat out with distate, "I never imagined the monster to be a mere child."
The man was coming closer. "Don't come up those stairs!," Jean yelled at Diavolo. "Why not? Are you mentally unable to anymore, or physically? Are you trying to protect that child? What are you planning to use the arrow for?," the man asked and disappeared. Only to reappear close to Polnareff. The Frenchman used his stand to sweep around him quickly.  Time skipped again and Diavolo was on the platform below (y/n). Avalon had his wings instinctively around her to protect her from the man. The child wanted to act. Her stand pulled her away, sensing the power of this man. Knowing the power of this Diavolo. Normally, Avalon would be gunning to kill everything in the area, but he sensed the danger to himself and his daughter in this man.

Silver chariot was once again summoned. It grasped the wheelchair that Polnareff was in and threw it into the air, however, that was fruitless. He was on the ground the next moment, Diavolo's King Crimson had struck her best friend through his abdomen. "Polnareff!," The little girl cried before seeing Silver chariot scamper towards her and past her position. It was turning into goop after the stand arrow hit its body. Her cry turned Diavolo's attention to her, "All those who witness me must perish. Now matter what you are or how old. Be you a adult or a child." The little girl quickly jumped out of the way of his attacks. Two meters. That was what his range was. Two meters. She just needed to keep out of his range. However, her range was almost as big as his, so she could not defend against his attacks without getting close and risking being hit again. She did not want to be forced into another fifty years of hibernation, perhaps even one hundred years.
Diavolo's attention was caught by someone else, three someones. Giorno, Mista and Trish had arrived. Diavolo hid and looked on at them, glowering in rage. He retrieved the arrow with the aid of his stand and hissed planning to himself on how he would get out of this mess.

A shadow moved. Then another. Diavolo started to be on edge after seeing the shadows move. A mass shaped like a man walked past him and the little girl. The girl was creeping away, only to run into the legs of the man like creature that walked past her and the boss. The pink haired man watched the girl's face and saw familiarity in her eyes as she looked at the creature walking past them. He did not know how she may know this thing as she followed it. Diavolo followed as well, running past the girl and to the stairs the man like being was beginning to walk down. The boss heard a clatter and saw that the arrow he had once held was on the floor in front of the creature. The little child finally caught up to him and looked down the stairs.
"Chariot? Is that you?," the little girl called before faltering a bit. Diavolo was feeling weak suddenly. He felt tired. His legs gave out and he fell into a sitting position on the floor. He felt a small weight fall onto his legs. The child was on his legs. Her red eyes staring at his green ones. He saw into those eyes, the evidence that this child had experienced far more than he had. Eyes that children should not have. Neither one could maintain eye contact as they suddenly fell to the effects of some sort of stand. The child fell asleep on the Boss's legs as he slept on the cold, hard, stone block floor of the ancient Collosseum. The tapping of the shoes of silver chariot's odd new form still descended the stairs.

Everything became still.