Jojo hamon punch

Infused with hamon, filled with his righteous understanding of Christmas, and carrying the hope of a better future, Jonathan put a period on his thoughts by slamming a fist into Foo’s chest with all his power.

Foo, tiny compared to Jonathan, went flying. She tumbled down the hill and landed in a heap at its base. Jonathan looked down at his hands.

Hamon. Ripple. He didn’t know much about this strange ability or whether it was right to use against a living person, even to protect another. All that had been explained to him was that it harnessed power of life itself.

The power of the Sun.

“It doesn’t feel right,” he muttered lowly. “To bring harm to a woman.”

“Don’t feel too bad, it didn’t really hurt,” Foo replied from behind him.

Jonathan screamed. A dignified, masculine scream of terror. The kind of sound no gentleman should make. There really was no other way to react. There was a Foo Fighters at the foot of the hill, surely. But there was another right behind him. And still more, all around him. Two dozen identical Foo Fighters, at least, rising out of the snow.

“I’ll be blowed!” Jonathan staggered backwards. “I’ve not seen a trick of this caliber in all my days! Pure black magic, that must be it!”

In truth, it was a lot more science than magic. As good as Foo looked (and she’d been told she looks very good), she was a creature of nature. A mere plant. A lot of plants, actually. Well technically Plankton were equal parts plant and animal, but she identified as a plant. She was very plant-y.

And as fun as it was to eat, she could thrive entirely on water and sunlight. So with enough sudden, unexpected intake of both of those things, she… grew. And she grew fast. And something about that punch just put that regeneration into overdrive.

- 7thSonofSons Round 2