Jojo vs Red

"FORCE HAYMAKER!" howled a voice from afar, unmistakably JoJo. Moments afterward, the ceiling caved. Kenobi dove, a shattered beam shot toward him, splinters brushed his cheek. A ball of fire blew upward as the powder in a dead guard's handgun erupted, and the sheet of flame combined with the cascade of debris to seal the space between Kenobi and Dio and Foo Fighters. Cursing to himself, he had no time to recuperate as down the sloped collapsed ceiling slid JoJo, arms locked with an adversary.

Kenobi, no stranger to all manner of species, had fought foes of momentous builds, who caused minor tremors with each step. But never in all his journeys had he encountered a behemoth among humans like the man before him now. White hair streamed from a head seemingly seven feet tall, singed by the fires he himself had assuredly set, as he hefted JoJo skyward and hurled him into the wall with enough force to indent it. He wore no shirt, while either tattoos or war paint shimmered across his musculature, and the intensity of his glare cleaved through Kenobi knifelike.

- Voeltz Round 3