Gyro Zeppeli

The Steel Ball Run race was far underway, racers travelling on horseback in a trip across America. While some of the country's most skilled racers were participating in this race, two racers still fared above the rest. Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli were determined to win this race, travelling as far as they could on horseback.

"Oi, Gyro!" Johnny called out to his bud, stopping their horses in their tracks. "Something feels off, someone might be following us."

"Of course not," Gyro quickly said. "I scanned the area a while ago, there's no way there can be anyone around. Did all of those stand users make you paranoid or something?"

It was true, ever since the race started the duo had been constantly attacked by stand users. Strange abilities that seemed to go against the universe's logic had been used to attack them all throughout the race. Luckily Gyro's spin and Johnny's own stand have been able to defend them, but still they had to be careful.

Gyro laughed as he continued on the road. A stand attack? Seriously? There was no way anyone with a stand was nearby, they couldn't slow down. Besides, this race was important to Gyro, and he needed to win no matter what. Three eyes glared towards the horizon, ready to sprint ahead and towards the finish line.
Wait... three?

"God fuck, it's a stand!" A strange nausea attacked Gyro, making him feel dizzy as parts of his body started to duplicate. He began losing control of his horse and his clothes tore to shreds as his body seemed to begin splitting into multiple parts.

Johnny stepped back, shocked at what he saw. There wasn't just one of his best pal Gyro anymore.