You guys had been wondering what factor could let Rarity survive against King Crimson. Well I'll give you a hint...

You remember when we first started seeing Diavolo's power, how birds who were flying didn't have their flight interrupted, but merely had a section of the flight cut out? King Crimson can only erase ten seconds, and if an action occurs before the erasure starts, not even King Crimson can stop it, only redirect it.

Keep that in mind, as well as the fact that Diavolo isn't keen on attacking more than one person at a time.

'I need to be careful,' Rarity said, 'The boss used some sort of Stand ability. If not for my tracking crystal I never would have know where Trish was being taken, meaning it's obviously a very strong Stand with a very strong and competent user. Just remember Rarity, priority one is Trish, priority two is the brooch. Don't even think about attacking or killing the boss unless you get attacked.' She had one advantage, the boss didn't know Rarity was about to betray him.

She was still clutching Trish's severed hand, thinking Buccellati could reattach it once they were free and clear. "I can't phase through walls the way Buccellati can," she noted, "But I still have some options." She had Art of the Dress smash through a nearby wall in the elevator, catching the debris with a crystal bowl that extended across the shaft. If the boss did look up to see what the disturbance was, he'd be unable to see it since he was too far down and there wasn't even light to refract in the crystals.

Using the blood and tracking crystal, Rarity found a large hole in a nearby cabinet on the ground. "So at the very least it's a power-type," she noted, "So long as it hits my Stand and not me I should be fine, but I'll need to be prepared. I've already been caught off-guard once by an enemy, I have no intention of letting it happen again." She looked through the hole and saw a spiral staircase underneath. "I see... He's heading for the crypt. That's a perfect place to do the deed. He can kill Trish without any intrusions and slip out the back. He may even have prepared a final resting place for her to hide the body. I'll need to hurry."

She created a crystal hand drill which Art of the Dress used to quickly tunnel into the floor, letting her get to the lower floor and hide on a nearby column. There she started growing her crystals in the shadows to catch anyone who came down. And sure enough, someone was coming, carrying Trish. 'That must be him...' "Leave this place Rarita," the boss said, "Or else you will die when you emerge from the pillar." Rarity looked confused, and not just because the boss knew she was there.

"Why would I need to emerge?," she asked, "I wasn't planning on attacking you unless I had to." The boss seemed confused, but became surprised when crystals started forming on his legs. "Impossible! They should be unable to grow!" A large humanoid that almost looked skinless appeared and started shattering the crystal, letting Rarity run out and grab Trish before skating into the darkness, placing the brooch as she did. "I see...," the boss said, "I underestimated you. You began to use your power before I could use mine. It looks like you've accomplished your fate after all. But at least tell me your reasons. Did Buccellati put you up to this? Or are you making your own power grab?"

"I'm just here for your daughter," Rarity pointed out, "Is it really such a bad idea to send her where no one even knows your gang exists, much less you? You're the one who needs to explain himself. Even if you are paranoid about your identity, this is going too far. When Buccellati hears this he won't be happy. You're already on thin ice with him because of the gang's drug trade." The boss scoffed. "And why would he care if I push a few drugs for extra money?"

Rarity chuckled. "If you have to ask that question, then you don't know Buccellati half as well as you think you do. By the way... How am I hearing your questions from several different and very distant locations one after another?" She held up her crystal compass. "You still have some of my crystal on you, embedded in your skin. And I can track them easily. Yet somehow you are able to move long distances in an instant with the only proof being the compass suddenly jerking in a different location. I heard Giorno's father had a Stand that could freeze time. Is this something similar?"

The boss chuckled. "Freezing time? How quaint. Powerful, admittedly, but quaint." Rarity then saw herself a few steps away. "My power holds greater control over time," the boss said, "What you are seeing is your future self, a few seconds away. This is the power... Of King Crimson!" He plowed his fist through Rarity. "I can eradicate time... And force it to skip." The "future" Rarity suddenly started clapping, and the boss realized that it remained even when he released his power.

"What?," the boss said, then he realized he felt no blood coming out of "Rarity's" chest. He gasped as the figure turned into Art of the Dress. "A little gift from Giorno," Rarity explained, "I wasn't expecting you of all people to attack, but I did expect a final ambush. So I had Giorno turn one of Art of the Dress' bodies into a perfect copy of me and sent it up with Trish. It's technically following your orders, since you said you couldn't stop us from bringing our Stands."

King Crimson removed its fist from the crystal body and the boss retreated back into the shadows. "I see... Not even King Crimson can erase events that have started before it began forecasting. But I can at least do one thing to alter your fate, if only slightly." He grabbed the ladybug brooch and pulled it off, along with the crystal which King Crimson found. "I can prevent you from tracking me and finding my identity. Since you were only trying to protect my daughter, I'll consider this action forgiven. But rest assured, the girl won't be going anywhere. Now that I see her, I can sense she is my daughter. And when she wakes up, she'll sense the same. I can't allow anyone to know my identity."

Rarity smirked. "That ladybug wasn't just meant to track you." She suddenly unzipped her chin and revealed a mobile phone, which she promptly hit the speed dial on. "Giorno! Trish is danger! The boss was just trying to kill her! Activate the trap!" The boss gasped as the ladybug turned into a copy of Coco Jumbo, which promptly sucked the boss into it. "So long as I do nothing offensive he can't perfectly predict it," she noted, "Which means so long as I start growing my crystals before he can even see them, the best he can do is slow their growth."

The turtle started hopping about, no doubt the boss trying to escape. But while this turtle had Coco Jumbo's cells, it was a different turtle. "Art of the Dress!" Rarity's Stand popped open the nearby storm drain and guided the bouncing turtle there with its crystal growths. "It's near invincible, but it still has limits. I'd wager it would take me ten seconds to get from where he thought I was to where I actually was. Ten seconds... That sounds like it might be his limit. And from the looks of it I can neither move nor remember what happened in those ten seconds."

She picked Trish up and started moving her. "So," came the boss's voice, "I'm guessing you and the new guy, Giorno, were planning to betray me all along. But all actions are useless before my King Crimson!" Rarity smiled. She turned to see the boss on the nearby staircase. "Come now. I've shown you what I can do and you still think that? Did you really think I was just counting on the turtle? Take a look at your limbs." The boss spotted crystals growing on King Crimson's arms and legs.

'No...,' the boss thought, 'He's caught... I can already feel the spikes growing inside. If I move to attack, she'll cause them to start growing. And they can grow at her will, so even if I erase that time they'll just pick up where they left off. Rarita... Your Art of the Dress is a frightening power. On the one hand, I'm glad it was you that was hit by the arrow I tested rather than that weak-willed sculptor. But on the other hand... If you wanted to, you could kill me here and now. But I can already see... Other things will soon have your attention.'

Sure enough, Giorno had soon showed up on the first floor, which Rarity burst through carrying Trish. "We need to get the others," Rarity said, "The boss has a Stand that can erase ten seconds of time." She handed Giorno the phone, which he had Gold Experience launch into the nearby wall as a flying fish, getting the group's attention when it crashed. "What's going on!?," Buccellati said, "What happened to Trish!?" "Her father happened," Rarity said. She held up the severed hand, which Buccellati started to reattach.

"I never would have expected this," he muttered, "He was having us bring her to her own execution. That's twice now he's broken my heart." She explained the whole situation, and Buccellati started sweating. "If that's his power, then we can't even expose him at this point, much less defeat him. I now understand why the boss has been able to maintain his reign of terror. We'll retreat for now." Meanwhile, the boss decided to retreat. 'There's nothing I can do to prevent them from leaving the island. Killing her in the presence of Buccellati's entire gang would take too long and expose me to at least one of them. But I'll see to it they never leave Venezia.'

"And that's the sum total of it," Buccellati said, "As of right now, me, Giorno, and Rarity are going to turn traitor. If you choose to follow, you'll be seen as the same." "Buccellati, this is insane," Abbacchio said, "You know what happens to traitors... The boss won't let you escape. His elite guard may have already surrounded Venezia." "Maybe the three of us can't do it alone," Buccellati admitted, "But you'll have to make the decision to join us here, or stay with the gang. This is neither a request nor an order. If you join us, it must be your decision."

Mista was the first to do so. "If not for you I'd be rotting in prison by now. I'm in." Abbacchio sighed and came down as well. "I have nowhere else to go regardless. This country and its society have rejected me. I'd only feel comfortable by your side." "Are you guys insane!," Fugo said, "You'll be completely isolated! Where will you go!? Where can you even go!? They'll never let you leave Venezia!" Rarity then stepped in front of him. "See... You know I'm right. It's just not logical to turn against the--" He got surprised when Rarity slapped him.

"Logic this, logic that!," she said, "Do you only ever think with your head? Do you even have any real dreams anymore?" She pointed to Narancia, who had decided to join when he saw Trish's still-bleeding wound. "Look, even he can see a reason to betray Passione. But no... You can't see any logical reason. So here's what we'll do. You and me... Are going to fight here and now!" The group gasped. "Rarity, do we even have time for this?," Buccellati asked, "We could be in danger even as we speak." "It's no trouble," Rarity said, "If the boss has Venezia surrounded, he may not expect us to still be here. So Fugo... What'll it be?"