Down here, my Hamon will hit you all the harder.
Underwater turquoise blue overdrive!
-He did it! -Bravo.
That was amazing.
It's not over yet!
I can't believe Bruford was able to dodge
that blast of Hamon. He moves so fast underwater.
He was all a blur.
My overdrive barely glanced off his forehead.
Now I know anything less than a solid punch
won't be enough to send the Hamon into him.
My good Lord Dio, I thank thee for this life anew
that I may duel with this stouthearted lad.
My heart would swell to bursting if it still beat.
In blood and deed, he is the stuff of heroes.
Now we will fight in our native element. It is by mastery of our arts
and strength of our spirits that we wage this duel.
Bare your soul. Hold nothing back,
lest you not survive beyond this moment!
Even as Dio's puppet, his pride is a force to be reckoned with.
But his knightly valor has been twisted into a wanton love of violence.
When I beat you, I'll take your head as my trophy!
It's easy to let your hair do the work.
Come, withstand my Hamon face to face like a man!
CHAPTER 6: TOMORROW'S COURAGE
Overdrive barrage!
JoJo!
This is terrible.
Hamon can only be projected through the arms and the legs.
With his arms bound in front of him like that,
he has no way of blasting through that infernal hair of Bruford's.
I-- I wanna help him out, but you and me have got things even worse.
I think ol' Tarkus fancies a dust-up.
His hair, it's tearing through my clothes, through my skin.
The more I struggle, the tighter it winds. And it's sucking my blood away.
Bid your petty life adieu. Behold, the coup de grace!
I'll take your head and bathe in a fountain of life-giving blood!
Take this!
Water's not all that conducts Hamon.
Metal silver overdrive!
What a brain! Using the sword to conduct Hamon
and damaging Bruford with his own weapon. Who thinks of that?
How my heart resonates.
I'm pulsing with heat and life.
My very blood is a symphony within me!
Sunlight yellow overdrive!
There we go.
That's it. About time we heard the welcome crackle of Hamon.
When I pummeled Bruford a moment ago, something felt different. Knowing his past
makes his present corruption all the worse.
Take heart, JoJo. He is that man no longer.
He's nothing but a zombie, eager to spread his evil.
You must be the one to end him.
I am the Black Knight Bruford.
Strike me as thou wilt. This pain is nothing!
He's still dangerous, mate! Look out!
Even missing an arm and scorched all to hell,
he's laying into JoJo every bit as ferociously.
What the-- Don't just stand there! Do something!
If you don't get outta there now, it's curtains for you!
Have they both gone mad?
What are they doing?
A moment ago...
you said, "This pain is nothing."
That means pain is something you can feel again.
The flowers...
they're blooming all around him.
Even now, the Hamon ravages the evil...
that animates Bruford's long-dead corpse.
You see? The long-forgotten pain came back.
Only humans know that sort of ache.
Observe, my dear Speedwagon. His zombie body succumbs to the Hamon,
but his noble soul is redeemed in the process.
I could sense the good in you. That's why I didn't try to dodge.
You could have killed me just now, but you stayed your hand.
Look at his face.
It's like all the rage and hatred he had when Dio brought him back are gone.
His features are so gentle,
he could be a bloke catching up with his oldest mate.
You stood there like a statue, ready to take the fatal blow.
Oblivion beckoned, but you put your trust in me.
Your faith in human goodness is rare.
Once I'd have railed against the pain I feel.
Now, going to my rightful end, I cherish all that proves me human.
It gives me joy.
The embers dull within me, but I am tranquil.
There is no bitterness left.
What irony to live yet again.
Dying with thanks on my lips
for the very man who slaughters me anew.
I shall return to my one true master.
I would know the name of the warrior who bested me.
Would you kindly do me that honor?
It's Jonathan Joestar.
Sir Jonathan, I leave you this sword,
given to me by my precious queen and the word engraved upon it.
But first. Let me affix my own benediction.
Sir Bruford.
Go to your rest.
Let no one doubt you have earned it, Bruford.
Why? Why did I have to strike him down to redeem his soul?
He died once before with hate in his heart,
but his spirit was still pure.
He returned not out of choice, but dragged above by Dio's evil.
His evil and the mask's power,
I will send them both to hell before the dawn!
JoJo, he's right behind you!
Tarkus!
You villain!
That was the armor of a steadfast friend and comrade.
He died with honor and dignity.
He died like a spineless dog!
He was too clever by half, liked winning his fights with thinking.
I just hit 'em until they fall to pieces!
What use have I got for clever?
I carry a sword as tall as a man.
None of you will get an easy death.
Nice catch, JoJo.
The cliff is crumbling!
These dead leaves.
-JoJo! -Yes, sir.
-Life magnetism overdrive! -Life magnetism overdrive!
Hurry, Poco, Speedwagon! Grab on!
All human beings, whether adept at Hamon or not,
constantly exude a weak magnetic field.
An overdrive can increase the power of that field.
JoJo and Zeppeli sent it into the leaves, drawing them together into a solid sheet.
W-- Wow.
Bye.
We're flying. I can't believe it.
I bet you're magicians?
You'd have to be, right? How did you learn to do
all of these neat spells in the first place?
Damn good question.
I've been watching 'em do it, and I still pinch myself.
Oi, Baron, what's the story? We're not going anywhere.
How on earth did you pick up all this mumbo jumbo?
Many years ago, my travels took me to India,
where I discovered a mysterious man.
He called himself a doctor, though he was very young
and lacked all the tools of the trade.
Little did I know...
he was more potent of a medic than I'd ever encountered.
He took a gangrenous limb in his hands
and healed it with light from within.
That was the day I learned of Hamon.
I'd been looking for something with which to fight the stone mask's evil
and in Hamon, I had found it.
Eager to learn, I crossed into Tibet,
and up the Salween river
in search of he who had taught the young healer.
His name was Tonpeti.
Stranger, these eyes of mine have seen your future.
If you pursue the mysteries of Hamon as my pupil, your fate is sealed.
The day will come when this will be the death of you.
I understand.
If I must die to end this quest, so be it.
Master Tonpeti's prophecy is never far from my mind,
but I cannot tell them, not even JoJo.
Baron...
so that sound...
that's part of Hamon doing its thing, yeah?
Hardly.
Look out! It's Tarkus!
He's insane,
leaping from that height just to give chase to his foes.
There's a good amount of Hamon holding these leaves together, you brute.
Painful to the touch for the undead.
What's that?
That's where the knights used to train in the olden days.
Leap to safety, everyone, before we get swatted out of the sky!
Crazy blighter.
He just slammed himself straight into the tower.
Yes, and thank your lucky stars that he did, Speedwagon.
Unlike their master, Dio's minions can't regenerate,
so that should be the last we see of that beast.
How did-- He should be mincemeat.
Even in death, he has a will of iron.
How does his body endure under such punishment?
He's climbing up.
We can't destroy Dio while this monster dogs our steps.
It seems we have no other choice.
Tarkus meets his doom here and now.
JoJo, this will be perilous. Get the lad to safety within.
This door...
-something's odd about it. -Be careful.
This is where they used to train the knights how to kill people.
They say it's full of booby traps.
Duck, JoJo! Something's coming at ya!
-No! -JoJo!
Who ensnared me?
-Tarkus. -Yes. Caught you good.
You're fleet of foot, little man,
but now you and me are chained to each other.
You got nowhere to run.
JoJo had wandered into the lair of the two-headed dragon,
an ancient sparring ground and home of the chain death-match.
I killed 48 men here.
Taking a life's an art form and I'm a master.
That's enough. You can't punch through it.
That door is solid iron.
Goodness. He's battered his knuckles bloody against it.
Hamon is very versatile.
But it's meant to be used as a rapier, not as a sledgehammer.
Bricks I could beat to a powder, but this door is too strong.
JoJo faces a darker dilemma.
That chain about his neck is more than ripple energy can overcome.
Breaking out of that collar is impossible. And you'll need the key to unlock it.
Too bad it's right here.
During a death-match, the door to the outside is fashioned to lock tight.
Just as I have the key to your collar, you have the one that goes to mine.
Therefore, the only way that either of us is going to get out of here...
is by taking the other's head!
Overdrive!
The chain is touching the stone ceiling,
so the Hamon lacks a direct path into Tarkus.
He's broken the bone in my forearm.
It's a simple thing to fix. A little Hamon and I'm good as new.
But in order to use Hamon, I need to be free of this damn collar.
I can't breathe.
JoJo!
No. This is all so frightening, I think I wet myself.
This village was safe until these men arrived.
I'm in danger here. You need to get away
from all this fighting on the double, Poco.
I see a lever, Baron Zeppeli.
I'm not certain,
but I think pulling on it will open this door.
Fighting Tarkus is a daunting enough task as it is,
never mind doing it fresh out of a battle with Bruford.
No matter what,
we must find a way to get in there and help him.
It's locked up tighter than a nunnery.
It's so narrow.
Try as they might, they could never squeeze through.
But...
maybe I could.
Blast it!
We could batter this door 'til judgment day to no avail.
We'll have to use the cliffside entrance that Tarkus used.
But that'll take too much time, time that he doesn't have.
I know, but we've no other choice.
Always on the bleedin' sidelines.
I'm powerless. There's nothing I can do to help.
Look at me, brat. I'm talking to you.
I said look at me. Are you stupid or what?
He's such a little scaredy-cat.
-What a baby. He's shaking like a leaf. -Look, fellas. Look at him.
Aw, is the baby gonna cry?
Hey. Look.
Come on! Let's get outta here.
Sis, it's you.
Poco, really? You're letting those boys bully you again?
They do this all the time.
Why don't you try standing up to them for once?
I'll bloody their noses! I will!
When? Tomorrow? In a year?
I don't know.
Poco.
What frightens you more than anything else?
I know that hurt, but you're still in one piece.
Pain's not the worst thing.
There's something far worse.
It's growing up being too afraid to do anything.
What kind of a life would that be?
I'm sorry, sis.
It's all right, Poco.
Let's get you home and into some clean clothes.
Poco!
A window.
Oi, lad! That's brave,
but goin' in there is gonna be the end of ya!
Speedwagon, get the boy down!
A butcher like Tarkus doesn't care who he kills!
He'll crush Poco underfoot like a bug!
Come on, now! Enough of this nonsense, Poco!
Just think of what's gonna happen to wind knight's lot if these monsters win.
If that JoJo guy gets killed in here, they'll attack us next.
What if they hurt sis?
I have to keep her safe, no matter what.
Hey, sis!
I'm standing up to them now!
Stay back! He'll kill you.
Do not interfere, you brat!
Poco!
It hurt a lot, but I'm still in one piece, so it's fine.
I was brave, huh?
Brave as a bear, my lad.
Take heart. It's nothing that won't heal.
Get him, Baron! Go!
Give that hulking bastard the what-for.
Zeppeli?
The day will come when this will be the death of you.
Finally...
Is tonight the night that I go to my grave?
Fate is a fickle mistress,
but I cannot deny her.
Zeppeli...
why do you sound so dire?
NEXT EPISODE
This bloody savagery is unbelievable!
No! Tarkus!
Pathetic waste of flesh!
JoJo, take it!
Make it yours!
CHAPTER 7: SORROWFUL SUCCESSOR