Jorge Joestar runs forward, fangs snarling, claws glistening in the night, from the barn, charging from the barn to kill his greatest friend. Mario lies on the ground, clutching his stomach, injured from the kick that sent him flying out of the barn. Jorge jumps in the air and Mario points his fingers at the sky. Thin wires, the creation of Mario's Stand, sprout from his fingers, digging through the sky as they shoot towards the leaping Jorge. Jorge spins in the air, slipping through the wires. "You missed, Marzie!" he growls. "I hit exactly what I was aiming for, my friend," Mario says with a smile. His wires wrap around the barn's exposed rafters. As Jorge closes in, Mario retracts his wires. The retreating metal cord pulls him off the ground at a rapid rate. He collides with Jorge midair, striking the undead man in the face with a powerful kick. Mario flips up onto the top of the barn as Jorge crashes to the ground. He roars and clutches his face, part of which has been burned off by the kick. "That kick was filled with Hamon, as will every blow from here own," Mario shouts from the top of the barn. "I did not connect for long enough to do lasting damage, but I am glad to see that it did enough to remove your resemblance to my friend." "I am your friend, you bastard!" Jorge shouts. "No, you are not," Mario says quietly. Wires lower from Mario's hands and dig into the barn, tearing out nails and wrapping around wooden planks. Mario rips his hand up and flings a Hamon filled board at Jorge, striking him in the shoulder. He flings another board, and Jorge's Stand Black Ice appears, striking the board before it can hit its master and slicing it in half. Jorge dashes forward with vampiric speed, destroying the planks Mario throws like missiles as easily as one destroys paper. He jumps up, landing on the roof of the barn. The boards under him collapse and he falls down into the barn. "I wasn't just ripping out boards to use as weapons, Jorge, I was undermining the structural integrity of the barn," Mario says. He stomps down on the roof of the barn and a board pops up. He kicks the board as it falls, sending it flying down at Jorge. The Hamon filled board slips through his defences, breaking through his chest and pinning him to a wall. Mario leaps off the barn as it collapses down onto Jorge, pinning the vampire under hundreds of pounds of lumbar. As Mario walks away from the barn, he reaches into his pocket and grabs a cigarette. He lights it with Hamon and tosses it over his shoulder. The lit cigarette lands on the pile of dry wood and hay and ignites it. Within mere moments, the entire barn is engulfed in fire. "Goodbye, my friend," Mario whispers as he walks away from the barn. Suddenly, the air around Mario turns cold. He glances over his shoulder just in time to see the blazing inferno extinguish. Charred boards fly through the air as Jorge throws them off his back. Jorge is covered in burns and cuts, looking like a rack of ribs left on a grill for far to long. Bits of broken barn poke out from his shoulder, stomach, and calf. His scarf, now no more than a few scraps of torn fabric, hands from his neck, still burning. Jorge blows on the scarf and the fire dies. "I have the power to make things cold, did you really think you could burn me to death?" he asks. Mario fires his wires backwards, wrapping them around the fence surrounding the field of dead cows. The wires retract, pulling him backward. Jorge sprints after him. "Don't you dare try to run! You started this fight, you'll be here til it ends!" he shouts. Mario lands on the other side of the fence right as Jorge catches up to him and grabs his ankle. Mario fills his foot with Hamon, but it isn't enough. Jorge freezes the foot, turning it into an icy brick that no Hamon can travel through.