Death Battle: JoJo vs. Anderson, Act Two

Weakly reaching into his coat, Anderson pulled out the single final weapon he had left that would allow him to win this battle. It was a single, long, and thick nail. But it was no ordinary nail. It was Helena's Nail, one of the nails that pierced the flesh of Jesus Christ at his crucifixion ages ago. Now, the simple pin had become a holy weapon of immense power.

Anderson no longer had the jovial look of sadism he had at the beginning of the fight. His visage was now cold and serious. A change like that was never a good sign. Gripping the Nail tightly with his single fist, Anderson raised the relic over his head...

"If I must become a Monster of God...so be it."

...And plunged it into his heart. Alexander Anderson gave out a single gasp of agonizing pain and slumped over in apparent death.

In an instant, his arm regrew itself slowly. But it did not reform from muscle, bone, and flesh; Anderson's arm regrew from a sudden arrival of thorn-covered vines. And like an undead corpse rising from its grave, Anderson's body began to rise back to his feet, but the manner was uncanny. It was more as if his body was being lifted back up by the movement of strings.

Jonathan heard the noise of large lumbering footsteps in the background, halting him in his tracks. Knowing it had to be his opponent again, Jonathan turned around, knowing he would be forced to battle his opponent aga-

SLASH!

"Gah!"

The young Joestar yelled out as he felt a sudden surge of pain travel through his shoulder. Looking to his shoulder, he saw that it was one of the priest's bayonets sticking through his shoulder. Pulling it out with some effort and pain, Jonathan looked towards his opponent...and what he saw struck fear into him.

Anderson was standing to his full height, but there was now something absolutely wrong about him. For starters, Anderson's right arm, once severed and destroyed, was now a swirling mass of plant vines, with several 'tendrils' holding onto numerous bayonets. A single tendril rose out of Anderson's own back, as did two more jutting out of his chest, all of which were holding and twirling bayonets. The right side of Anderson's own face was a horrific fusion of plant matter and human flesh; his right eye no longer even existed, and all that was left was a single horrifyingly extended mouth in the manner of a Glasgow smile.

And his eyes...Anderson's single green eye was no longer alive or showed any sign of emotion. His eye was cold and dead, and seemingly appeared as if Anderson was being possessed by something else. Something unforgiving.

For the first time since the day of his father's own death, Jonathan felt fear in his heart and soul. The monster he faced now was much, much worse than Dio ever was. At least Dio's eyes were filled with pure evil and malice. But this...was something that was utterly alien and monstrous.

Jonathan was facing the Monster of God.

The Nail-possessed Anderson slowly lifted the bayonets up and with that sign, Jonathan quickly took his chance to make an escape. The bayonets were soon hurled at the Joestar with enough force that as they passed by nearby buildings, the windows exploded.

It took Jonathan every ounce of his strength and agility to dodge the incoming projectiles, ducking just at the right moment to avoid becoming a pincushion. Turning around, Jonathan saw that the plant abomination that his opponent had now become was following him, lumbering forward with unnatural jerking movements.

Jonathan slammed his hand on the ground and launched a small wave of Ripple across the ground. The spark of Ripple traveled along the concrete of the city and towards Anderson's leg...

BOOM!

The small blast of Ripple was strong enough to utterly blow off Anderson's leg, causing him to trip over and fall to the ground, only stopped from his outstretched hands. Anderson slowly got himself back up to his feet with some effort...

And slowly, vines grew out of the stump of what was left of his leg, intertwining and forming together into a new appendage of plant matter.

Jonathan was left in shock by the sight of his opponent simply disregarding his attack. Had it been any of his notable descendants fighting Anderson, they would have sworn profusely. But being the quintessential gentleman as he was, Jonathan merely opted to hold back his frustration and opted instead to try to make an escape and figure out another way to defeat the plant monster he was now fighting.

Running as fast as his legs could take him, Jonathan wandered into a large rundown street, caused in part to the fires and recent destruction that had to have involved those vampire soldiers from earlier. Looking around for any advantages he could take, Jonathan froze at a street sign that told of the the street's own name:

Ogre Street.

For a brief moment, Jonathan almost smiled at the irony and nostalgia of his past. True, he very nearly died here once at the hands of bandits and an angry mob, but this was also the place where he met his first companion, former bandit Robert E.O. Speedwagon. Had he been here, no doubt Speedwagon would be cheering and praising him on...

CRASH!!!

Jonathan's concentration was knocked off at the sound of something large and metallic crashing into the ground. Turning around, he saw a large metallic vehicle of sorts crash close in front of him. Knowing that his opponent must have thrown it right at him, Jonathan quickly looked around for some sort of escape and saw a small alleyway. As heard the lumbering footsteps of his opponent arriving, Jonathan quickly ran in.

The alley wasn't as spacious as it could have been, but it was enough to allow Jonathan to fit in and make his escape. After running in a couple yards, Jonathan saw the exit just a short distance away and reached it for it...

But was suddenly grabbed by an unknown force that wrapped around his ankle...and stabbed into the skin as well.

Jonathan yelled out in pain again as he fell to the ground from whatever caused him to trip. Turning around, he saw to his horror than Anderson had caught up with him and stared at him in dead silence as he dragged him over slowly using one of his vine-tendrils. JoJo struggled against the pull, but the Monster of God's own strength was far too much for him to resist. As he arrived close to him, Anderson pulled out a bayonet with one of his arms and brought it down on Jonathan's back.

Or he would have had he not narrowly dodged it in time. Jonathan was forced to wriggle around and dodge each time Anderson attempted to stab him, each time was a hair away from actually killing him and got more and more difficult as his opponent kept bringing it down wildly without any form of strategy.

It was around there that Jonathan quickly deduced that while the priest's new form gave him greater power and abilities than before, he no longer had a mind of his own. It was more as if he were being manipulated by some other external force. Looking around, Jonathan noticed a small glint of metal surrounded by vein-like vines within the priest's chest. Could that be a weak point?

Knowing of the disadvantage he had in his current situation, Jonathan resolved to escape. Forming his hand into an open palm, Jonathan breathed in deeply and charged it with Ripple, causing his hand to glow and increase in heat. At the next moment the blade came down near him, Jonathan struck his hand out and chopped the hand off, causing his opponent to let this inhuman gurgling of pain. While he had the chance, Jonathan also chopped the vines binding his own ankles as well and quickly took the chance to get up and make his escape down the alley.

Anderson quickly regenerated his lost hand out of holy vines and seemingly decided to stop moving altogether. However it only seemed that way because the plant-like abomination was reached into the coat of its host for a surprise intended for its target. Slowly, one of its hands pulled out something long from the coat: multiple bayonets all seemingly interconnected and combined together into a single chain.  

The Anderson plant monstrosity sluggishly lifted the chain over its own head and with a great amount of force, hurled the chain at the other end of the alley, just as his opponent was nearing the exit. Jonathan managed to slip through the exit, but what he didn't know was what this particular chain's special effect was.

The chain of bayonets collided with the wall of the alley with a single small clank...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!

The entire alleyway and a part of the block completely exploded from the Blasting Sword Chain Anderson used. The power and force sent the fleeing Jonathan flying away several feet, smashing him through the glass windows of a nearby building and landing him at another street. The Joestar painfully got himself back up and groaned in pain from the glass slashing his skin and the crashing into the concrete as well.

Getting himself back up, Jonathan used his Ripple to quickly heal up any wounds he had on his body and looked around to see where he was now...and was caught in the most unfortunate circumstances yet again.

Surrounding him yet again were the same grey trenchcoat wearing vampire soldiers, all of them armed yet again with the same strange looking rifles. And all of them were staring at Jonathan, their eyes glowing intensely red.

If it weren't for his own moral standards and nature as a gentleman, Jonathan would have sworn right then and there.

SWIIIISH!!!!

Jonathan could have sworn he saw great streams of light pass by him, making a noise that sounded like if something was literally cutting through the air. It seems as though the soldiers noticed as well as they put their rifles up...and suddenly began to scream in agony. Jonathan looked and saw that several of the soldiers were now impaled several times with those same silvery bayonets. Some passed through their head, leaving them alive but in terrible agony, others were turned into pincushions altogether. Either way, a number of the vampire horde was killed off in a storm of blades...

Realizing where the blades came from, Jonathan did a quick turn and saw Anderson moving forward, smashing through everything in sight with his tendrils and readying another barrage of bayonets. Jonathan quickly made his escape and was ignored by the vampire soldiers, who opened fire on the plant monstrosity coming at them. High caliber bullets sped at rapid speeds and struck into the plant-like body of the Monster of God. Vines were blasted right off, as were parts of his trenchcoat. Pieces of his own face were ripped into pieces, exposing even less than muscle and bone until all that remaining of Anderson's own face was a small chunk of his head with empty air of where most of his original head used to be. The rest of his body became a malformed bullet-ridden piece of flesh that had pieces and bits of its original body now blown off.

The abomination merely stood there, doing nothing and appearing dead. A single Millennium SS soldier decided to foolishly go forward and poke the body with his rifle...

And was rewarded with a sudden stab through his skull with a vine. The worst part was that this didn't kill him instantly. The soldier could only scream in a combination of brutal agony and horror as the vine began to light his entire body aflame. The Nail of Helena burned everything unholy and this soldier was the first one to suffer the 'cleaning' touch. The other vampires opened fire in a panic, but Anderson was regenerating faster than their bullets could damage him, all getting rewarded with impalement by its viney tendrils and burned alive by holy flames.

The young Joestar was not going to be around when those vampires were going to be slaughtered. Running through the burning and rundown streets of an unfamiliar London, Jonathan eventually decided to stop and hide behind a wall, catching his breath and quickly attempting to formulate a plan to defeat the plant beast. He knew that glint of metal in its chest had to be its source of strength and therefore, removing it would weaken it or kill it. If it was metal, it could charged with enough Ripple to destroy it, dealing a deadly blow to the beast. The only problem he had now was trying to reaching to that metal in its chest.

Jonathan's best plan for this was to use a combination of Pluck and Luck and his own Ripple to cut and burn through the forest of vines his opponent used as weapons and appendages fast enough so that he could strike its chest and the metallic object before it could regenerate and kill him. It wasn't exactly the soundest or most brilliant of strategies he had, but in a desperate moment such as this, Jonathan had no other choice. Unsheathing Pluck and Luck from his back, Jonathan took in a deep breath and turned the corner, ready to put his plan into action...

CRAAAAACK!!!

Said plan was now halted in its tracks when Jonathan felt a great pain hit him in the chest. Staggering back, he felt his own chest for the pain and realized that one or more of his own ribs were broken, causing his to wheeze and struggle to breathe. Jonathan did not what may have caused this, unless he so happened to be struck with enough force by some-oh no...

With dazed eyes, Jonathan looked forward and saw to his horror that Anderson had caught up with him, reeling back one of its vine-tendrils and causing him to realize that the beast was the one who had struck and broke his ribs. It may have been a lucky shot, but it appeared that that shot was enough to possibly seal his fate. With his breathing now hampered by this, Jonathan could not charge his Ripple to its full potential.

Oh no...

The Monster of God was not finished with its assault, sending another tendril outward to strike Jonathan in the face, leaving him with a bruise and cuts from the thorns. Another vine flew forward struck him in the stomach, knocking all the air out of him. And yet another uppercutted him harshly.

Jonathan pulled out his sword as best he could in his current state and attempted to charge it with as much Ripple as he could, but in his current state, he couldn't get his breathing well enough to give it full power. His sword only glowed a dim gold, something flaring between bright golden and an unseeable dim.

The sword barely managed to cut through a few of the vines, but its inconsistent heat made it cut through a few of the vines before failing to even do a single scratch on the others. Jonathan attempted in vain to fight on, but his current injured state made his best attacks next to worthless. Eventually, a tendril made another lucky blow and knocked his sword out of his hands and wrapped around his wrist. Then three more rushed forward and wrapped around his other wrist and his ankles.

Jonathan knew that what would happen next was not going to be pleasant.

Anderson jerked the vines around in every direction, slamming the young Joestar across the street and walls of nearby buildings like a rag doll. His body slammed into brick, concrete, stone, and glass windows, breaking a few of his own bones and causing immense amounts of pain and trauma. Not once did he cry out, but throughout it all, Jonathan felt more physical pain than he ever had in his whole life. His shoulders, his back, his legs, and so forth were being damaged and close to being broken every single time. He wanted to escape from this monster's grip, but the grip and pain he was enduring wouldn't allow him to.

Feeling that his opponent was beaten around long enough, Anderson lifted Jonathan one final time and hurled him into a nearby abandoned alley. Soaring through the air, Jonathan landed in the alley's dead end wall in a painful 'thud'. Unable to truly do much else, Jonathan simply slumped over in pain and stopped moving.

But the Monster of God was not satisfied. It did not want to see its opponent simply die as easily as this. It wanted to punish him for his sins and crimes. It wanted to utterly destroy him for the heathen he was. It wanted to make him suffer the Wrath of God.

The Monster of God suddenly sent out a forest of its own vines outward and they all began to intertwine, fuse, and morph together into a new shape and form. Vines stretched themselves to form the overall shape and size of their next form while more vines filled in the empty space, giving it its density.

With whatever strength he had left in his broken body, Jonathan got himself up and weakly opened his eyes...which quickly widened in horror.

Several yards away, the Monster of God unveiled his weapon: Coming from its own chest was an enormous thorned fist the size of a house, formed from the fusion of a multitude of the Nail's vines. Thorns jutted out of every part of its 'skin', turning the fist into a oversized brass knuckle of sorts.

It was as if the monster created a representation of the Hand of God.

Suddenly, the fist pulled itself back. Years of fighting and boxing gave Jonathan the obvious answer: the beast was going to kill him with an enormous punch; a twisted version of a Knockout punch to end this entire fight.

Without any hesitation, Jonathan quickly got up to his feet, ignoring every one of his injuries, and ran towards the enormous fist as made its slow travel directly at him. Jonathan then slammed his own palms at it, attempting a futile effort to push it away from himself. Even in his weakened state, Jonathan used every single fiber of strength he had to try to divert the hand's progress, but it was not enough.

Suddenly, two thorn stabbed through Jonathan's palms, letting out a great amount of blood. He grunted in pain, but he did not stop.

A long spear-like thorn rushed out and stabbed Jonathan's side, but he would not let go.

Pulling out his bloodied palms from the thorns, Jonathan threw weak punches at the fist, trying to unleash his Ripple's power. In his current state, the chances of his power arriving was next to impossible. But Jonathan did not stop trying. The Joestar progenitor kept throwing punches at the thorn-covered fist and did not stop, even as his own knuckles started to bleed out. Even as the fist kept pushing him back and stabbed into his shoulders with extended thorn. Even as his own body felt as if it were to finally break down under its own wounds and pain. Jonathan Joestar's heart, mind, and soul were all that was left to keep him alive and defiant to the end.

Jonathan punched.

And punched.

And punched.

Until finally, Jonathan's bleeding fist landed one last time and just stopped right there. Soon enough, Jonathan's entire body followed suit and slumped forward, landing on the fist's small thorns. By this point, Jonathan had taken so much pain that he could no longer feel any more. He was still standing up, but no longer had the strength to firmly keep himself in place. Breathing weakly, Jonathan attempted to keep his eyes opened before they too, finally fell closed.



Is this the end? Is this how I die? After all my struggles...after all the sacrifices and deaths of so many of my loved ones...after all that...I die as a stranger in a strange land...

Jonathan gave out a weak smile.

But...my family lives on...And that is all that matters, right? No more fights....no more pain...no more bizarre adventures like this...I can...

Finally...rest...

Jonathan Joestar's eyes finally closed shut forever...

...Or until suddenly, Jonathan's own eyes opened suddenly in a burst of life and determination. A fire burned in Jonathan's eyes and soul; it was the same fire that fueled a man's will to survive! The same spark that helped one overcome overwhelming odds! The determination that brought one from the mouth of death and back to life!

"NO!!!!" Jonathan yelled out. His body, bursting with new life, once again began his struggle to fight the massive hand's own force. But this time, Jonathan had succeeded now to actually halt it in its tracks. Anderson was utterly baffled by this and no matter how much he attempted to push forward with his "Hand of God", the boy in front of it was somehow pushing it back.

Once again, Jonathan pulled back his fast and struck it right into the hand...and the ensuing shock wave that traveled back to the plant monster nearly caused it to stagger back. How could this be so?!



Despite the injuries and odds, Jonathan's own body began to glow a bright gold. Almost all of his injuries were slowly repairing or even fully cured altogether! And again, Jonathan pulled his other fist back and slammed it into the hand. It wasn't enough to destroy it, but it managed to stagged it back from the force alone. JoJo followed up with another barrage of punches, starting off slow but increasingly getting faster and faster as time went on.

A single thorn spear jutted out and attempted to stab his heart...but disintegrated from the glowing golden heat of Ripple surrounding him!

Jonathan closed his eyes as he punched and thought of everyone who had been with him when his journey started. His father, his beloved pet Danny, his companion and greatest friend Speedwagon, his teacher and mentor Zeppelin...and Erina, his one and only love. Burning tears came from his eyes as the memories returned. All the good and bad events that happened to him. They may have all been gone, but they were still with him in spirit. Jonathan could almost hear them...

You can do it, Mr. Joestar!

Defeat your fears, Jonathan! That is true courage!

I am proud of you, Jonathan! I have always been proud of you!

I will always be with you, my love!

At last, Jonathan's entire body glowed an immensely bright gold. No longer did Jonathan control the power of the Sun. Now, he was the Sun.

"Please...grant me this last ounce of strength." Jonathan whispered.

And following that, he let out a loud yell. It was the roar of a lion; the battle cry of a knight; the determined shout of a hero! It was enough to actually send something of fear into the heart of the Nail-possessed Anderson!

"MY SHIVERING HEART!!! THIS BURNING HEAT!!!"

Jonathan let his fists slam into the fist, causing smoke to begin to emanate from the plant matter on it.

"CUT FINELY, BEAT OF MY BLOOD!!!"

Out of fear, the thorns of the fist jutted out at full force, but it was far too late. Jonathan's fists struck into the hand at speeds that not even the Monster of God could keep up with. Jonathan's fists became missiles of pure solar energy, striking into the "Hand of God" at speeds and strengths that only his Stand-wielding descendants could ever accomplish. Within seconds, the Hand literally began to catch fire and travel along its arm back into the body of the Monster of God!

"SUNLIGHT!!! YELLOW!!!! OVERDRIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

Not even the Nail of Helena, powered by holy energy, could stand the sheer power of the Sun itself.

Yelling a lion's roar from out of his heart, Jonathan dealt one final punch into the burning hand, charged with all of his willpower.

The result? The hand literally exploded into chunks of burning plant matter and vines, destroying nearly every building nearby and even blew apart most of the horrified Monster of God's own body! The intense light and explosion matched that of a sun, catching the attention of all those battling within the burning city of London. Those of Hellsing, Iscariot, and Millennium stopped for a single moment of surprise as the immense Ripple wave shined brightly away.

The smoke cleared away at the site of the explosion and showed...a horrifically burnt and damaged Anderson still stood standing. The right side of its own body resembled more like burning firewood now, his arm was now a charred dead vine, and most of his coat was now blackened. The Nail's healing factor was still in effect, but now it was working its absolute hardest to repair itself.

Its sole green eye scanned around, looking for its opponent within the smoke and rubble, readying its own remaining vines and bayonets for him. It could not afford to lose against this heathen and his powers...

Suddenly, Jonathan rushed out of the smoke like a bullet, holding his broadsword once again. Caught by surprise, Anderson sent out more vines holding bayonets out in a final desperate attempt to cut him down. However, he did not notice what Jonathan held in his other hand...

SLASH!

SLISH!

Jonathan began to rapidly cut down the forest of attacking vines and blades using his Ripple-charged Pluck and Luck in one hand...and one of Anderson's own discarded silver bayonets in the other. Becoming a solar-powered buzz saw, Jonathan swung both blades rapidly, cutting down the vines and blades faster than Anderson could regenerate with another. More and more rushed from his body in increasingly frantic and desperate manners as Jonathan eventually made his way to the main body after cutting down so many of his appendages.

Finally reaching to the main body, the Monster of God panicked and tried one last attack, pulling out two large bayonets with its arms and attempted to swing them...

SWISH!!!

Only for his arms to just plop onto the ground uselessly, severed by the heated blades.

Rather than continuing his assault with his swords, Jonathan instead opted to let them go and pulled his arm back, charging it with one final Ripple. His fist become encased in golden solar fire that only began to increase more and more, while all the Monster of God could do is give one final dead stare of absolute terror. Jonathan looked directly into its eye and abandoned all fear.

The fist flew forward as a missile of Ripple and struck through the flesh of Anderson's chest, burning through every thorn that surrounded its single weak point.

And blasted the Nail of Helena right out of its body, sending it speeding through the air and away from the reach of either man.

The effect was instant. The vines, thorns, and plant matter that made up a majority of Anderson's body crumbled away, leaving only a torso with half of Anderson's head and a single arm left. Jonathan pulled his fist out of Anderson's chest and let him fall to the ground, seemingly dead.



"Oh God, the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle." Jonathan prayed with his eyes closed. Opening them, he looked up to the heavens and back down to his opponent...and weeped.

He weeped for his opponent. Jonathan did not want to kill this man, another human being and another who slayed the undead. He may have tried to kill him and he did defend himself, but it was all over a misunderstanding. This could have all been avoided.

"Why do you weep, boy?"

Jonathan stopped his crying at the sound of a voice. Turning down, he saw that the priest was miraculously still alive, though judging from the weak sound of his voice, he was barely holding onto his life.

"Why do you cry?" Anderson asked.

Jonathan was taken aback from his question and hesitated to give an answer. "I...I did not want this to happen. I did not mean to do this to you all, sir. We could have avoided this entire conflict..."

A silence took both men.

"Then...it is I who ask your forgiveness." Anderson weakly said. "I started this battle, believing you were a heathen...I was wrong this entire time. Perhaps it was never my job...to judge you..."

"But I was the one who did this to you! I've...I've killed you."

To his shock, Anderson only replied to Jonathan with a small chuckle. "No, lad. Don't cry for me. I have lived a long life...if the Lord has decided that this is my end...so be it."

Jonathan only looked on as the tears ran down his own eyes. Even after everything he had done, the priest still found it in his own heart to forgive him.

"I never got your name, lad. Please, my last request...let me know who you are."

To say Jonathan was shocked was an understatement. He did not ever expect this to be his opponent's last request and for one to be so humble. But Jonathan swore at that moment to provide him his final request, no matter what.

"My name is Jonathan Joestar, sir."

"Jonathan...Joestar..." Anderson repeated slowly and weakly. "My name....is Alexander Anderson....I wish we could have been allies and companions, Jonathan."

"I wish the very same, Mr. Anderson. You seem to me as a man of great honor and integrity."

Using what little strength he had, Anderson managed to force a smile. Not the sadistic gleeful one he had throughout their battle, but a humble warm smile. "Don't cry anymore, Jonathan...my life ends here...but you live on...you have a whole life ahead of you...make the best of it...and shine like the glory of the Lord himself..."

Anderson finally closed his remaining eye and slowly, his body crumbled little by little into dust. In the blackness of his mind, Anderson fell back to the past. He saw himself back in the orphanage back in Rome, watching over all the orphaned children as they played in the grass. He saw Enrico, Heinkel, Yumi, and so many of Iscariot's own soldiers back as the innocent children he first knew them as. Back when he took care of them and raised them as if they were his own. Back when that life was so simple and peaceful.

With a final smile, Anderson's body crumbled into dust and disappeared to the winds.

Jonathan looked on as the remains of Anderson were scattered off to the winds and eventually disappeared altogether. Looking down, Jonathan saw that all that was left to remember the man by was the gold crucifix he wore around his neck. Picking it up, Jonathan closed his eyes and stabbed a single blessed bayonet into the ground and wrapped the crucifix around it.

"Then shall the dust returneth to the earth as it was...and the spirit returneth to God who gave it. Amen."

K.O.!!!
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Insanus: (blowing nose) Dammit! I shouldn't feel sad for a killer priest, but I am! (resumes bawling)

Madness: This fight was far closer than one would think. In terms of their physicality, Anderson's own speed outmatched Jonathan's own, as he himself could surprise vampires, and his own durability was superior to Jonathan's own superhuman durability, due in part to an added healing factor. But Jonathan's own strength rivaled, if not outmatched Anderson's own, as he could battle and overpower Tarkus, a zombie whose fists alone could casually destroy cliffs, while Anderson has only ever managed to punch out vampires, who few have shown any feats such as those. In addition, Jonathan's own reflexes were superior to Anderson's own. Anderson could casually slice bullets in mid-air, but taking in All-Star Battle into account, Jonathan can match FTL Stands in a boxing fight with his own hands.

Insanus: Anderson did one up Jonathan in the weapons department. All Johnny had was a sword, and Anderson had an infinite amount of those silver bayonets. And Andy here could take as much damage as Johnny could dish out, and using the Nail of Helena, he became a unstoppable Holy Groot! Well, almost unstoppable...

Madness: Anderson himself has never been one for strategy, often just recklessly running at opponents head on and cutting them down, letting his healing factor tank every blow. Jonathan on the other hand, is fully capable of strategizing battle plans in the midst of battle. Not to the extent of his descendant, Joseph, but it's something.

Insanus: Not to mention, his Holy Magic? Good for vampires and zombies...which Jonathan wasn't. And unless breathing is unholy, his Ripple itself was immune to the Holy Magic and Holy Touch the Nail form gave him. Speaking of which, turning into an evil tree isn't the best thing to do when fighting someone who LITERALLY HOLDS THE POWER OF THE SUN IN HIS HANDS!

Madness: In addition, Jonathan maintained a much more level headed approach in battle, in contrast to Anderson's own wild and sadistic battle style, allowing him to think more clearly, be less prone to panic, and be more calm in battle. His greatest power was his power of Ripple. Ripple could not just enhance Jonathan's own attack strength, but increase his own durability, be used to strike afar, strengthen weapons, and heal himself, giving it multiple capabilities that trumped anything Anderson had.

Insanus: At the end of the day, only one was gonna see the coming dawn.

The winner is Jonathan Joestar.


JONATHAN JOESTAR
+Greater physical strength and reflexes
+Better strategist
+Ripple allowed a greater variety in attacks and possibilities
+Immune to Holy Magic
+Much more level headed

ALEXANDER ANDERSON
+Greater speed and durability
+Wielded an infinite supply of weapons
+Could recover from every blow Johnathan made
+Helena's Nail made him next to unstoppable
-Holy Magic was useless aaltogether
-Not much of a strategist and much more reckless
-Helena's Nail made him vulnerable to Ripple as well as unable to think