They fight

The two Jolynes grew louder and louder as they argued, the discussion clearly only making them angrier. Emporio tried to interject, but it felt impossible under all their shouting.

"Don't try to pretend you aren't suspicious," Jolyne yelled. "You might as well have 'enemy stand' written all over you!"

"I already know your kind of trick," Jolyne yelled. "Pretending to be an ally before hitting us with your own attack, that's your plan, isn't it!?"

"ORA!" Jolyne hit her double with a quick punch from her stand Stone Free, who was barely able to block it in time.
"Maybe I should be attacking more," Jolyne said. "Since that seems to be the only way to get you to fess up."

"ORA!" Before Jolyne continued her double hit back with a punch of her own, barely able to block the attack of what seemed to be an identical stand.
"Looks like you're proving my point," Jolyne said. "You're attacking just like the enemy would."

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

The two Jolynes brought out their stands and punched each other at lightning fast speeds, each punch being perfectly countered by each other. It was like the both of them were mirror images of each other, both destined to punch in the same direction before the thought even crossed their minds, which only proved more frustrating the more it went on.

The two pushed their stands to the absolute limit, punching faster and faster and as fast as they could, hoping that could could finally hit each other. And while it wasn't the result of their increased speed the two finally succeeded in striking each other, though hitting each other in the breast wasn't what they originally intended.

The fists of their stands started to unravel, becoming the string that made up their stands. In just a few seconds that string was wrapped around their chests, squeezing and pressing into their breasts, making the both of them easier targets for their next attacks. But being wrapping in strings, having their chests compressed by identical stands, was not the direction the two initially thought the fight would go in. It was more sexual than they thought it'd be, but they had to continue fighting.