Let's get this fight started, and correct a serious mistake on a certain character's part.

Doppio knelt over coughing up blood. 'It feels like there's more razor blades in my stomach... This has to be Risotto's Stand power, but how did he do it?' Risotto looked out at where Aerosmith was flying. "If Buccellati and his gang are here, that means they have Trish with them. I'll kill them all in due time. They did kill my closest allies, after all. But it was the boss who orchestrated that in the first place, so he has my top priority right now." Doppio did his best to try and stand up. 'I need to get within two meters... And if he won't come to me... I'll just go to him!'

He picked up some of the razor blades and ran at Risotto. "I'm gonna shove these razors right up your ass!" "I see," Risotto said, nonplussed, "So your power is close range. Perhaps within two or three meters. That's all I really need to know to beat you." Doppio stopped as he felt tremendous pain throughout his face. Dozens of sewing needles were suddenly bursting from his skin. As he tried to dig them out, he made a swipe at Risotto, only for him to dodge and seemingly disappear.

"Damn it... How can I get him to where the boss can kill him if I can't even get close enough?" He looked at one of the needles. "And where did these even come from? He's somehow causing them to appear inside my body." He tried to take a few deep breaths. 'Okay... Calm down Doppio. This is obviously part of his talent as an assassin. He's gotta still be close by, so it's not a good idea to stay in one place for too long.' He then started making ringing sounds again, and wound up grabbing a nearby frog.

"What is it?," he asked. 'You can't run away from him. You need to get close, within two meters.' "Easier said than done," Doppio argued, "I don't know what his power is, but he's already made razors and pins somehow appear in my body." 'I've loaned you a part of King Crimson's powers,' the boss replied, 'Put them to use.' Doppio then remembered DeKurliss' words. 'He said Stand power can't be passed to non-Stand users. Still, I do feel that power... So, what, do I somehow have a Stand that lets me use other Stands with permission? Ah, I'll figure that out later. If I don't stop Risotto, I'll be too dead to care about the answer to that question.'

The power the boss spoke of was Epitaph, the part of King Crimson that let it see a few seconds into the future. Without this power, King Crimson's ability to erase time would be practically useless. Focusing on the vision Epitaph was sending him, he saw a few birds flying around his future self as Risotto seemed to just appear from a nearby stone, his body somehow reflecting light. He looked to where the rocks were, but saw nothing. 'I can't see him normally, but I can predict his whereabouts with Epitaph... Part of his power must disguise him from the human eye.'

He then gasped when he saw himself with a pair of scissors in his throat. 'He's approaching me... His Stand must also be short range. But if he needs to come close...' His arms seemed to become those of King Crimson, and he used them to attack. However, he hit nothing but air. "You missed," came Risotto's voice, "But by mere centimeters. As if you could tell where I was going to be." Instantly Risotto felt the scissors forming in his throat. Before they could open as they did in the vision, Doppio used King Crimson's arms to tear open the skin just enough to pull the scissors out.

Risotto was surprised. "You act as if you knew that would happen. Your arms moved as if you knew where to strike. I'm not sure how, but rest assured my next move will kill you." Doppio spit out some blood. "Just try it, asshole." He wasn't sure where this newfound confidence was coming from, but it almost felt empowering. He dropped the scissors and made to attack Risotto, but the assassin had disappeared once again. 'Damn it... I need to figure out his power and any possible weaknesses. Then the boss can finish him off.'

He saw another vision from Epitaph. His own foot flying off his leg, another pair of scissors appearing. 'I need to get him to reveal his position... If I lose the use of my legs I'm as good as dead. His range shouldn't be very strong so if I get some distance...' 'Doppio, what are you doing? You need to get out of there!' "No good," Doppio said, "My stamina is drained. But it's fine. I think I've figured it out." He dropped the frog and threw the nearby scissors, which cut into something in midair. The frog somehow wound up having razor blades inside it.

"Iron," Doppio noted, "That's what's going on. I've spent too much time trying to figure out where the razors, pins, and scissors came from. But it's clear... You're making them, using the iron mineral found within all living things. Using the frog I was able to tell which direction you were coming from." Risotto grunted as the scissors wound up cutting off his foot, instead of Doppio's. Doppio started making ringing sounds again, and felt around, this time grabbing the broken phone he still had.

'Good work Doppio. I couldn't have done it better myself. But I want to make sure he's eliminated. Get within two meters, and I'll finish him off personally.' "Got it," Doppio said. However, as he approached, Risotto's severed foot suddenly sprang into the air. Within the stump, Doppio could see tiny silver beings with blank faces and small arms. He then remembered something else DeKurliss said, something about only Stand users being able to see things like this.

"You must have some kind of precognitive ability," Risotto noted, "Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to counter my attack, or know how my power works. I had thought I could find what I was seeking with you... And it seems I was correct, but not in the way I was imagining." Doppio was stunned. "Risotto's Stand... Is inside his body!" Risotto's foot reattached to his leg, pinning the flesh together with staples. "It's not the same as Giorno's power, at least from what the reports say," Risotto admitted, "But I can make do regardless."

"So it's not just a manipulation of iron," Doppio realized, "Your power is magnetic manipulation! That's how you could control the scissors without touching them, how you reattached your leg, and how you caused all those iron pieces to appear in my body! You also use that power to stick iron particles all over your body to blend into the scenery like a chameleon!" "Right on all counts," Risotto admitted, "But just because you know the power behind my Stand, Metallica... Doesn't mean it will help you!"

He disappeared once again. "Iron is the most common metal found on Earth. It's in the air, the water, and is commonly mined from the ground. Trace amounts can even be found within the dirt you walk on every single day." Doppio got another vision showing numerous scalpels appearing from within the ground to attack him. He readied himself as he saw the blades materialize from the earth, and began using King Crimson's arms to bat them away. However, he couldn't get them all, and a few managed to nail him in some non-vital areas.

Nonetheless, he still wound up keeling over from pain. "And as you noted earlier," came Risotto's voice, "Iron is found in plentiful amounts within the human bloodstream, to the point were it's a common nutrient needed for survival, found in foods like spinach and liver. It's part of why our blood is red, the iron is used to catch the oxygen we breath in, and the iron's coloring lends itself to the color of the blood. Now what would happen if all that iron exited your body... Say in the form of a few dozen razor blades and needles?"

Doppio's eyes widened. Risotto smiled. "I see the realization is dawning on you. My earlier attacks weren't just to wear down your stamina, but legitimate attempts to kill you. Without that iron, your blood will turn a sickly yellow color, and your brain and fingertips will lose the precious oxygen needed to function. Not even breathing heavily will help you, since without that iron you will have nothing to absorb the oxygen into your blood. Your body will become a corpse before you've even died!"

He looked over to where Aerosmith was still flying around nearby. "Hmm... It seems Trish is not with them. Perhaps they hid her inside the turtle. Aerosmith's powers are of particular danger to me, since it's CO2 radar can detect me even when camouflaged." Doppio looked over, and saw Narancia with Buccellati, Fugo, and Abbacchio. He put the phone up to his ear. "Boss, I can see some of Buccellati's gang. He's there with Narancia, Fugo, and Abbacchio."

'Abbacchio's there?,' came the boss's voice, the concern evident, 'They've discovered the building faster than I thought. We're out of time. You need to kill Risotto with your next attack, as he's making his move. Check the forecast with Epitaph, what do you see?' Doppio looked, and saw Risotto do something that would take off most of Doppio's head. "Shit... He's made his decision. Looks like he'll try and end it with this last attack." 'Then I think it's time I arrive. With King Crimson's full power, I can erase his attack from time.'

"Can you even get here in time?," Doppio asked. 'There's no other choice.' "No, I found him once before," Doppio argued, "If he's trying to strip the iron from my body..." He picked up a scalpel and spun it on his fingertip. He waited until he felt a razor start to form in his skull. "There it is. His power works like a magnet, so there must be a pulling force. Find where the pull is, and..." He saw the scalpel point in a certain direction, and got a few more scalpels, throwing them in that direction. However, they hit nothing and kept going.

"I thought you might try that," came Risotto's voice from behind him, "Once you discerned how my power works it was an obvious solution. But too bad for you, what you were detecting was the magnetic pull from my severed foot. I left it on the ground. It was my mistake that allowed it to be severed, so all I can do is learn from that mistake and adapt." Doppio screamed as the razor started to cut into his skull. "And now I'm starting to see you age quickly," Risotto noted, "It seems I'm about to see your true form. It will be a pleasure to see your true face as you die!"

Just then, Aerosmith flew nearby and started shooting, nailing Risotto through the abdomen and stopping his attack. Doppio started to get up, but he looked much different. "I told Doppio that there was nothing more that could be done," came Diavolo's voice, "I didn't want to expose myself to them, but felt there was no alternative. Aerosmith's radar would easily pick us out, and of course Narancia would open fire on a suspicious blip. Though to his credit, Doppio's attack did make it happen much faster than I anticipated."

Down near the building, Buccellati had intercepted the scalpels Doppio had thrown right before they reached Abbacchio's neck. "Looks like you were right," Fugo said, "There's an enemy at the top of that cliff." "The one who threw the scalpels isn't moving," Narancia said, "And I'm only detecting one enemy there." Back up top, Diavolo grinned. "Without the ability to absorb oxygen, I can't expel carbon dioxide. Which means my breath comes off as faint as a frog or insect, while your breath is still strong!"

Some of Risotto's flesh, still coated in the iron particles, wound up on Diavolo's head, causing it to appear like part of it was missing. "So this is what Doppio was seeing," Diavolo realized, "Not you killing Doppio, but you getting killed by Aerosmith." Risotto was cut down by the gunfire. "You... Even though I won... You still found a way... To kill me... Boss..." Diavolo grimaced. "So... In death you found what you sought. Well, I can let it slide, since you're not long for this world."

Rarity had shown up from inside the building and been told what was happening by Buccellati. "Are we sure there's only person up there?," Rarity asked, "Without seeing for ourselves it could be risky to continue." "I agree," Fugo said, "There could be a number of factors we don't know. Is there anyway to tell for sure without going up there and possibly getting ambushed?" "There may be one," Rarity suggested, "Fugo, try launching your virus capsule over to where Aerosmith found that target. See if it flushes anything out."

"I'll need to move to the bottom of the cliff in that case," Fugo pointed out. "I'll join you then," Buccellati offered, "Narancia, Rarity, stay here and cover Abbacchio. Abbacchio, hurry and find that memory we're looking for." "It'll take at least eight minutes," Abbacchio pointed out, "The memory's point of origin is fifteen years ago. Certainly within Moody Blues' range, but still time consuming." "Just in case we should also alert Giorno and Mista," Fugo suggested, "Depending on who showed up, if there is someone with him, as we've seen in the past, we may need more hands to help out."

Back on the cliff, Diavolo checked on the dying Risotto. "I didn't want to have to expose myself," he said, "But you pushed me to that point. As a reward, I'll let you die with dignity. I'm sure your men in the afterlife will be proud of your accomplishments. I'm certain Buccellati's group will be here soon to investigate, but before that happens... I need you to return the iron you stole from my body. If you do that, I'll grant you a quick death. It would be humiliating for your friends to see your life simply flicker away, don't you think?"

Risotto actually chuckled. "I think they'll forgive me... When they find that I took you down with me!" Just them, Aerosmith also showed up, only now it was being controlled by Metallica. Seeing what was happening, Diavolo called out, "King Crimson!" The bullets seemed to pass harmlessly through Diavolo and right into Risotto. "I only had to erase half a second for this," Diavolo noted, "But it looks like I gave you that quick death pro bono. I am still weak from the lack of iron, and you have your dignity intact." He then gasped when he heard a familiar hissing noise.

"As if I need something else to go wrong," he said, "That sounds like the virus from Fugo's Purple Haze. In my weakened state, the virus may kill me faster than normal. The sun is out, so if I can maintain a proper distance I should be able to avoid it. But I also need to replenish the iron in my blood." He quickly hobbled away as fast as he could, as Fugo and Buccellati came running up. "Something looked like it was controlling Aerosmith without Narancia's consent," Fugo noted.

"Perhaps that man over there," Buccellati suggested, pointing to Risotto's corpse. Fugo went to inspect the body. "Narancia blew him to swiss cheese," he noted, "No way to identify the body. But I'd say it's a safe bet that this is the leader of the assassination team." "Yes, I agree," Buccellati said, "But it wasn't just Narancia that caused his death. Someone else must have been here. Yet Aerosmith only saw one breath."

"What makes you think someone else was fighting him?," Fugo asked. "This," Buccellati said as he held up Risotto's severed foot, "This wasn't caused by gunfire. No, clearly this man was fighting someone else. And that someone probably works for the boss." Fugo then snapped his fingers. "I'll bet this guy's Stand has something to do with manipulating iron. Without iron in the blood, you can't absorb oxygen. And if you're not absorbing oxygen..." "Then you're not expelling carbon dioxide," Buccellati finished, "Narancia was tricked into interfering with this fight."

"It's a good thing we left someone to safeguard Abbacchio," Fugo said, "If the boss caught wind of our plans..." "We do have one advantage," Buccellati said, "The other person in the fight may still be alive, but heavily wounded. They won't be able to approach so casually." Diavolo, meanwhile, was forced to grab a nearby frog and tear into it for iron before running away. 'It won't be long before he starts spreading that virus to the rocks. I can't stay here.'

"So, June of fifteen years ago," Mista noted. "Yes," Abbacchio replied, "That's when Trish remembers the photo being taken. This is probably the furthest back I've ever had Moody Blues rewind." "Keep an eye on the radar Narancia," Giorno said, "I just got the word from Buccellati. Looks like there was another person on the cliff, and they were fighting with the one you attacked. They may try to approach after recovering. Fugo thinks they may have lost a lot of iron, so their breath will be like a small animal's." Narancia nodded.

Just then, a sudden blip appeared. "We have something! It's small, but it's approaching fast!" Rarity instantly blanketed the nearby area in crystal, the pricking sensation scaring away a few kids playing soccer nearby, which was the intention. "How many kids do you see?," she asked. "Just seven, I think," Mista replied. "But I'm picking up eight signals," Narancia said, "And one just made a sudden jump away from us as soon as the crystals started appearing." The group's syes widened, realizing it had to be the boss coming to deal with the situation personally.

Nearby, the boss started picking crystals out of his arm. "My earlier encounter with Rarita must have left a big impression. I'm unable to get close without panicking. And I'm too low on iron to try making a sustained attack. Damn... It won't be long before they get my face." He sighed. "Well, I'll be killing them one way or another for betraying Passione. Maybe it's for the best I failed to stop them from seeing my face. I always thought I'd be blessed in my homeland... But it seems the charms of Sardegna have started to fade with how long I've been gone."