IT’S A GOOD THING THAT CAESAR ANTHONIO ZEPPELI hasn’t gotten rusty in his old age. if anyone had told him fifty years ago that he would cheat death and live to fight against manifestations of the soul that he couldn’t even see ------ well, he’d probably have laughed in their face. ( vampires, pillar men, life forces, zombies, those all made sense to him. apparently, ghosts and stands are where he’d have drawn the line. )
truth be told, caesar wasn’t certain that he’d have even been allowed on this trip to egypt without a stand. and, he would be lying if he denied feeling the nerves that coil tight in the pit of his stomach. he knows how dangerous this is. but, he also knows that holly is in trouble. he can’t just stay home and twiddle his thumbs, hoping that joseph and jotaro and the others save her and return home safely. he definitely will not be sitting idly by, knowing that DIO is out there.
this has to be his chance ------ their chance ------ to finish what his and joseph’s grandfathers started ! this was an entire century in the making ! he will prove that he can still be useful without a stand.
------------ and that’s precisely what he’s done.
another fallen stand user, another job well done. caesar exhales a sigh, smooths out his jacket and dusts himself off as he glances over to his fighting companion. he’s still riding off of a rush of adrenaline, a triumphant look in his eyes that only faintly pull at his lips. he’s kept up the practice of hamon all these years, even throughout such a long period of peace, but this is the first he has used it seriously since the fight against the pillar men.
❝ we make a good team, don’t you think, nipote ? ❞ jotaro distracts the stand, caesar goes for the user, with no distractions. it works like a charm, until the users get smarter, and realize that caesar is hardly flinching at their stands because he cannot see them ------ or they remain in hiding. ❝ now, are you injured at all ? i can patch those right away. ❞