Purple is Royalty

"STAR PLATINUM!"

In a blinding flash of violet a fist erupts through her fist like a cannon.

"OOORRRRAAA!"

The mans face darkens, His fist was caught.

Seren moves quickly shoving the attacker backwards followed by a push kick meant to keep distance.

"You fight like a Wanker."

Seren had no idea what that meant. She had overheard a caretaker yelling that at their spouse and thought that it sounded utterly ridiculous. 

But that type of insult worked with the right type of person. And this, in fact, was the right type of person. 

The man charges at her winding their fist back in an obvious motion. she easily steps back and dodges. it was a stereotype that big guys don't know how to fight, and with this guy being the biggest guy she ever meet he fit the bill quite well.

Getting a closer look at the guy Seren found him less and less intimidating. He wasn't large in the built sense. He had a beer belly, dark circles that seemed to be pulling his hole face down and greasy hair that stuck out in a variety of shapes.

Suddenly the man takes a great step, lowering his body weight aiming for an uppercut. Despite the mans clumsy movements he was clearly trained moving in a subtle rhythm akin to a boxer.

He pauses. he was feinting, his posture shifts subtly noticing my observant gaze.

"Regret Rock!" he calls out.

As muscular figure manifests behind him punching down with untold force. It looks to be wearing some kind of military uniform covered in various metal studs. It's face is expressionless with features that seem carved in. on it's head sits two sticks appearing to be similar in nature to a tv antennae. It's hues of red and purple contrast with the morning suns vibrant tinge.

Seren quickly raises her hands to block, Star Platinum mimicking her movements. 

Despite her stand absorbing almost all of the impact the punch blasts through her guard sending her stumbling back, tripping over the body of man she had knocked out earlier a small cut appears on her hand.

"Shit." Seren mutters beneath her breath. Seren had never been in a fight before, It was quite safe to say, she had no idea what she was doing. She had spent this entire fight putting up a facade of false bravado and right now, it was falling apart.

Looking up to yet another fist accelerating towards her face she couldn't help but complain inwardly. Was she only going to live ten years of this life before she was sent to next?

Scampering backwards along the ground Seren grabs a large nearby stone, tossing it upwards in a fluid motion. Following her intent star platinum catches the stone mid air, crushing it into fine powder before scattering it into the air.

Using the opening granted to her by the improv smoke screen Seren uses the opportunity to climb swiftly to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself.

It was clear to her at this point that her opponent didn't have their wand. But Seren had a different issue to worry about. A stand.

If going by the knowledge that she learned from her past life watching JoJo, stands functioned very differently that harry potter magic.

Stands are said to be manifestations of a person's fighting spirit, taking the form of powerful, supernatural entities with unique abilities. Unlike Magic which has become very standardized with every wizard using the same set of spells. All stands are unique with there own set of abilities.

Seren guessed that the current stand she was facing was a low level close range type of stand.

Sharing her senses with Star Platinum, Seren used its enhanced Eyesite to peer into the smoke screen. 

The man was standing there, visibly tensed, reacting to every slight noise.

Seren was just one step away from winning, she could feel it.