[ the hole is just that: a hole. There's nothing inside but Johnny by the time the nail hits the ceiling, and the only reason Johnny isn't shredded to nothing, too, is because he can't be hurt by his own Stand power. Vaguely, he can hear and see the attacks coming after him through the pinhole field of view he retains, but his concentration is focused on keeping the rotation going as long as he can. The problem, then, is not the blades themselves - they're matter, and so tiny void passes through them the way it's passing through the cell ceiling - but the flames they produce. There's no destroying energy. It's sucked into the attack alongside him, and he suddenly finds the safe emptiness he's hiding in suffused with heat, where the only kindling available is him.
He's been hit by all manner of attacks in the past few months, but somehow, fire's never been one of them. As it turns out, it fucking sucks. In the strange liminal space between nothing and something that Tusk provides him, there is no distraction from the flames licking at his skin and clothes. It burns. The first blast comes, and every screaming nerve he has left is telling him to get out now, you need to put this out, and that's before the second one hits. But he can't leave. He's got limited ammo and the clock is ticking - Yuuta and the others are counting on him. This can't be worse than when he got shot. This can't be worse than when Gyro nearly got pulled into Sugar Mountain. He can survive this - he has to. He just has to make it to the lock.
It's all only one or two seconds, in total - a bullet travels fast, even through a wall - but by the time the hole reaches the lock on the door and bursts open with an unpleasant click, it feels like it's been half an hour. Johnny bursts out, too, fully-formed again; unlike last time, he's dumped unceremoniously onto the ground in a hurry, on fire and screaming in pain as he desperately tries to roll while being unable to use his legs. There's no time to check on what Ciel might be doing next.
Fortunately, he'd tried to plan for being attacked. The second nail bullet, having gone unimpeded, makes a beeline for her kneecap; the effect is somewhat similar to Tusk clicking and dragging a bullet wound from her right foot all the way up to the target point in a gruesome trail of blood and shredded flesh and bone. ]
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He's been hit by all manner of attacks in the past few months, but somehow, fire's never been one of them. As it turns out, it fucking sucks. In the strange liminal space between nothing and something that Tusk provides him, there is no distraction from the flames licking at his skin and clothes. It burns. The first blast comes, and every screaming nerve he has left is telling him to get out now, you need to put this out, and that's before the second one hits. But he can't leave. He's got limited ammo and the clock is ticking - Yuuta and the others are counting on him. This can't be worse than when he got shot. This can't be worse than when Gyro nearly got pulled into Sugar Mountain. He can survive this - he has to. He just has to make it to the lock.
It's all only one or two seconds, in total - a bullet travels fast, even through a wall - but by the time the hole reaches the lock on the door and bursts open with an unpleasant click, it feels like it's been half an hour. Johnny bursts out, too, fully-formed again; unlike last time, he's dumped unceremoniously onto the ground in a hurry, on fire and screaming in pain as he desperately tries to roll while being unable to use his legs. There's no time to check on what Ciel might be doing next.
Fortunately, he'd tried to plan for being attacked. The second nail bullet, having gone unimpeded, makes a beeline for her kneecap; the effect is somewhat similar to Tusk clicking and dragging a bullet wound from her right foot all the way up to the target point in a gruesome trail of blood and shredded flesh and bone. ]