"The supprise of what, eveactly." Rydin said with a frown, "Listen, I have fought tons of Stand users to protect what I believe in. I live in the real world, my real world. I only read when I have time, which is rare."
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Kvasir paced back and forthalong the water's edge. A few minutes ago, something had crashed some distance away from them. It could be anything that flew, from an experimental military jet, to some kind of spacecraft, to a weapon of some kind. Whatever it was, it was probably worth checking out.
"You feel that, friend?" the Avenue Man asked, "That tugging towards the crash site. Chances are, that's our guy."
"Probably. We should check it out either way." Kvasir muttered. Then he summoned his Stand. Fortunate Son was a large, robot-like figure, dressed in smooth geometric armor with jungle camo painted on it. It wore a round soldier's helmet and a gas mask of sorts, with tubes that ran into its back. The final tough was a pair of aviator sunglasses, shining in the sunlight.
"You remember that crash course I gave you on how to skate?" Kvasir asked.
"Uhh."
"Great." then he proceeded to remove all friction from both their bodies, minus their the palms of their hands and the very tips of their shoes.