As the melody flowed seamlessly from the previous chapter, Jeff and Hanzo surged forward and aimed squarely at Dark Blue Moon. Meanwhile, with remarkable speed, Little Feet leapt over the duo, his sights set on Damien. Anticipating the maneuver, Damien sidestepped, narrowly evading Little Feet's advance.

In a fluid motion, Damien retaliated with a swift roundhouse kick. However, Little Feet anticipated the move, deftly evading the blow and closing in for a strike. Before he could land a hit, Damien countered with a forceful knee to Little Feet's face, forcing him to stagger backward. Weapon in hand, Damien executed a precise vertical slash, only to be met with an equally swift response from Little Feet as their weapons clashed in a sparks of metal.

"You're skilled, I'll give you that." Little Feet remarked, acknowledging his opponent.

"Thanks for the compliment." Damien replied coolly.

Meanwhile, amidst the clash between Jeff, Hanzo, and Dark Blue Moon, the latter unleashed a relentless flurry of slashes with his formidable claws. Jeff and Hanzo, however, matched his attack with impeccable speed and precision, dodging each strike with practiced ease.

"Stand still!"

In a sudden turn of events, Touch the Skies materialized behind them, delivering a swift kick to the back of Jeff and Hanzo's heads, disrupting their focus. Seizing the opportunity, Dark Blue Moon capitalized by striking them both in the gut, followed by a devastating uppercut to Jeff, and a merciless grip on Hanzo's throat, culminating in a bone-jarring chokeslam onto the unforgiving metal flooring.

As he struggles, Hanzo summoned his remaining strength to retaliate, delivering a powerful punch to Dark Blue Moon's face, forcing him to release his grip. As they both regained their composure, Hanzo and Dark Blue Moon charged towards each other, their movements synchronized in a dance of combat. With lightning speed, they exchanged right jabs, the impact creating a shockwave that reverberated through the air.

Meanwhile, Jeff, undeterred by the chaos around him, locked eyes with Katey. With a swift motion, he reached for an arrow through a zipper on the window. But, Katey moved the plane's trajectory, causing it to tilt sharply to the right. Jeff's balance faltered, and he teetered perilously close to the edge, only managing to cling onto the makeshift zipper he had hastily fashioned on the window to prevent a disastrous fall.

"You're crazy!!"

"Yes... I... Am!"

Touch the Skies materialized above Jeff, raining down a relentless barrage of stomps aimed at his face in an attempt to dislodge his grip from the zipper. Amidst the chaos, Jeff's mind raced, weighing his options. With a calculated gamble, he made a split-second decision, releasing his hold on the zipper and plunging into the abyss below. 

Yet, just as gravity began to claim him, he immediately launched his left arm, propelled by a zipper mechanism, and latched onto the plane's tail, his body swinging perilously in the wind. With a burst of strength and agility, he reeled himself in, using the zipper to navigate the treacherous descent until he firmly grasped the tail, securing his precarious position.

In the throes of combat between Damien and Little Feet, Damien unleashed a horizontal swing with his knife, aiming to catch his nimble adversary off guard. However, Little Feet exhibited remarkable reflexes, deftly evading the attack before delivering a swift kick to Damien's abdomen, sending him sprawling onto his back, momentarily stunned.

Little Feet leapt forward, poised to strike, but Damien's quick reflexes saved him as he rolled to the right, narrowly evading the lethal attack. Seizing the moment, Damien swiftly regained his footing, launching a devastating series of blows – an uppercut followed by a gut-wrenching punch, culminating in a fierce knife slash. Yet, Little Feet proved to be a formidable opponent, catching Damien's hand before the blade could find its mark. With deadly precision, he aimed to retaliate with his razor-sharp finger, only to be intercepted by a sudden punch to the face delivered by Jeff, sending him falling off the plane.

"Oh, shit! Hold on," Katey exclaimed, reacting swiftly to the unfolding chaos. She initiated a nose dive, hurtling the plane towards Little Feet, who plummeted thousands of feet below. Gripped by a mix of fear and astonishment, the others clung desperately to the wings, their lives hanging in the balance.

"Forget crazy. She's insane!" Jeff exclaimed, his voice laced in disbelief.

With a surge of adrenaline, the plane accelerated, hurtling towards Little Feet. Yet, what followed defied all expectations. In a shocking turn of events, the aircraft fractured itself into multiple pieces, leaving Jeff and the others stunned and vulnerable amidst the chaos of the mid-air disintegration.

"She disassembled the plane!?" Jeff exclaimed in shock.

As if in response to his incredulous words, Touch the Skies emerged once more, delivering a powerful kick that sent the tail rudder hurtling towards Little Feet, who deftly caught it in mid-air.

"Reassembled the Plane!" Katey's voice cut through the chaos, her command clear and resolute.

Responding swiftly to her directive, Touch the Skies reappeared, its presence commanding. With a mere snap of its fingers, a remarkable transformation unfolded. Every fragmented piece of the plane began to realign and merge, guided by an unseen force. In the cockpit, Katey braced herself, securing her grip on the seat as the plane reconstructed itself.

Meanwhile, Jeff and Damien clung desperately to the right wing, while Dark Blue Moon and Hanzo held fast to the left. With a surreal inevitability, both wings were drawn inexorably towards the reassembling plane. Then, in a breathtaking display of power and precision, the aircraft seamlessly returned to its original state, whole once more amidst the vast expanse of the sky.

Katey, now firmly in control of the cockpit once more, assessed the perilous situation ahead. With a swift command to her Stand, the plane's engine roared to life, the propeller spinning with newfound energy. Acting on instinct, she pulled the plane up just in time, narrowly avoiding a catastrophic collision with the river below.

With the immediate danger averted, the aircraft now soared alongside the river's course. Katey's keen eyesight caught sight of a bridge looming ahead. Without hesitation, she guided the plane beneath its arches, her focus unwavering as she scanned for any further obstacles. Spotting another bridge on the horizon, she swiftly ascended, flying over it with great precision.

Meanwhile, Little Feet clung desperately to the tail rudder, his plea echoing amidst the chaos surrounding him.

"This might be the craziest fight in existence... but please, someone help me!!"

Elsewhere, Damien and Jeff, undeterred by the mayhem around them, rose to their feet and advanced towards Dark Blue Moon, who was locked in combat with Hanzo on the left wing of the plane. In a sudden burst of aggression, Dark Blue Moon unleashed a powerful kick, sending Hanzo hurtling towards Damien and Jeff, the collision reverberating through the air.

"I won't go down that easily, mate," Dark Blue Moon declared defiantly.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Jeff moved forward and unleashed a barrage of punches at Dark Blue Moon. In response, Dark Blue Moon mirrored his aggression, meeting each blow with equal force, their Stand cries echoing through the tumultuous air as their fists clashed in a symphony of combat.

"Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari!"

"Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon!

Behind the intense melee, Damien and Hanzo rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on the fierce exchange between Jeff and Dark Blue Moon. Mesmerized by the ferocity of their rush attacks, they failed to notice the sudden attack from Little Feet. With swift precision, Little Feet executed a drop kick, propelling both Damien and Hanzo off the plane before they could react.

As they were falling down, Little Feet peered over the edge, searching for any sign of their descent, but they were nowhere to be seen amidst the vast expanse below. 

"Must have hit the water," Little Feet mused, assuming Damien and Hanzo's fate.

But he couldn't have been more wrong. Unbeknownst to him, Damien had maneuvered himself beneath the plane, stealthily stabbing its belly with his knife and clinging onto it.

"Too close... Hanzo, I need a boost," Damien called out his companion.

Responding swiftly to his comrade's words, Hanzo materialized beside Damien, "Hai," he affirmed, ready to assist.

With practiced coordination, Damien swung himself towards Hanzo, deftly removing the knife embedded in the plane's belly. In a seamless motion, Hanzo grabbed Damien and propelled him upwards, the latter landing deftly at the plane's center with Hanzo reappearing behind him in a synchronized display of teamwork.

As they regrouped, Hanzo's thoughts echoed in the depths of his mind. "Takusan no tatakai ni ittekimashita. Shikashi, kore wa-betsu no koto desu (I've seen many fights. But this is just something else)," he reflected, acknowledging the unprecedented intensity of the battle unfolding before them.

Sensing something, Little Feet turned around to see Hanzo and Damein.

"Back for more?" he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Undeterred by his bravado, Damien and Hanzo take their fighting stances, prepared to confront their enemy head-on. However, their readiness was met with an unexpected twist as Touch the Skies materialized behind them once more. This time, however, Hanzo was not about to fall for the same trick twice. With lightning reflexes, he seized the spectral entity and swiftly executed a judo slam, sending her crashing to the floor. Meanwhile, Katey, linked to her Stand, winced as she felt the impact reverberate through her own body.

"Gah... Damn it. Better call her back," Katey grunted, her voice strained with effort.

In response to her command, Touch the Skies vanished into thin air, leaving Damien and Hanzo momentarily surprised. Little Feet wasted no time seizing the opportunity, launching a fierce assault against the duo. Yet, they were prepared. With synchronized precision, Hanzo and Damien unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. Hanzo struck with a palm strike to Little Feet's face, while Damien followed up with a punishing punch to his gut. In tandem, Hanzo executed an axe kick, followed by Damien's spin kick, their combined force driving Little Feet back. Finally, with a coordinated effort, they delivered a devastating dual uppercut, sending Little Feet hurtling through the air until he crashed back onto the plane's wing with a resounding thud.

Annoyed but undeterred, Little Feet staggered to his feet, fixing a steely glare upon the two.

"You both are quite good. But you didn't notice you lost this fight when that geyser hit you," he sneered, his voice laced with satisfaction.

Confusion flickered across Damien's face. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.

With a grim smile, Little Feet pointed to his right leg, drawing Damien's attention to the knee where ominous barnacles now sprouted.

"Nani!?" Damien exclaimed, disbelief coloring his voice.

"When that geyser struck you back at the river, my friend here touched you and Sticky Fingers, placing those barnacles before you even notice," Little Feet explained calmly, his tone tinged with triumph. "They'll slowly drain your strength, rendering you powerless."

Reacting swiftly, Hanzo tore at the barnacles clinging to Damien's knee, but to no avail, and instead, more continued to sprout in their place.

"It's no use, Hanzo," Damien grimly concluded, realization dawning upon him. "We have to defeat Dark Blue Moon. Only then this thing will wear off."

At the next instant, Dark Blue Moon lunged forward, aiming to seize Jeff in a vice-like grip. But Jeff, ever resourceful, retaliated with a swift headbutt, catching his opponent off guard and forcing Dark Blue Moon to stagger backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Jeff unleashed a rapid flurry of punches, each blow landing with precision – one to the gut, another to the chin, and a third striking the right arm, causing zippers to unfurl across Dark Blue Moon's skin.

"Damn it!" Dark Blue Moon cursed, grappling with the sudden attack.

As the battle raged on, Jeff's senses heightened, detecting a subtle shift in Dark Blue Moon's action. Casting a glance towards his opponent's right torso, Jeff's suspicions were confirmed as he observed barnacles sprouting from the flesh.

"So he used that ability, huh?" Jeff murmured, his mind racing with strategies.

Before he could react further, however, Dark Blue Moon grabbed him by the throat with a vice-like grip, his touch inflicting a chilling sensation as barnacles began to spread across Jeff's neck, threatening to drain his strength.

Before the barnacles could spread any further, Hanzo intervened with a powerful punch to Dark Blue Moon's face, causing him to release his grasp. Seizing the moment, Hanzo followed up with an uppercut, further staggering his opponent. He poisoned himself for another strike, but Katey's urgent shortcut through the battle.

"Dead end!!"

All eyes turned forward, panic rising as the plane was flying towards a looming building. With swift reflexes, Katey, aided by her Stand, pulled the nose of the plane upward, narrowly avoiding a catastrophic collision with the structure. The other occupants of the plane clung on for dear life as the aircraft ascended.

"Disassemble the plane!!" Dark Blue Moon barked out his command.

Katey nodded in grim determination, immediately utilizing her ability to break the plane apart once again, fragmenting it into multiple pieces. As chaos ensued, Damien and Little Feet found themselves clinging desperately to the right wing, while Little Feet seized the opportunity to leap towards the propeller, clinging to it for dear life.

Meanwhile, Jeff, Hanzo, and Dark Blue Moon clung to the left wing. With a sudden burst of aggression, Dark Blue Moon launched himself towards the right wing, where Damien was positioned. With a brutal strike to Damien's chest, he inflicted severe damage, causing Damien to lose his grip on the wing and fall down. At the same time, he lost his grip on the knife, resulting in Hanzo inexplicably vanishing from his place.

With Damien falling towards the river below, Jeff's heart pounded, "Damien!" he cried out, his voice laced with concern.

Without hesitation, Jeff made a split-second decision. Gritting his teeth, he launched himself off the wing, hurtling towards Damien with unwavering determination.

~ Music Ends ~

As he descended at breakneck speed, Jeff extended both of his arms, the zippers adorning them unfurling with precision.

In a daring display of bravery and skill, Jeff managed to grab hold of both Damien and the knife just moments before they would have collided with the unforgiving waters below. With a fierce resolve, Jeff pulled them towards himself, wrapping them in a protective embrace.

As they descended towards the river's surface, Jeff couldn't help but acknowledge the inevitable meeting with the rushing waters below. "Oh, river. We will meet again," he murmured, a hint of resignation in his voice.

With a resounding splash, Jeff and Damien plunged into the river, enveloped by the embrace of its cold depths.

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As a minute passed, Jeff exerted every ounce of his strength, dragging himself, along with the unconscious Damien and the knife, out of the water and onto the safety of the shore. Relief flooded through him as he checked Damien's pulse, finding it steady, yet his heart sank as he noticed blood trickling from Damien's mouth. The impact of his broken ribs may have punctured his lungs. 

With a heavy sigh, Jeff frantically searched Damien's pockets until he found a phone, thankfully its waterproof. Though a glimmer of hope emerged, his frustration mounted as he encountered the obstacle of a password barrier.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his mind racing for a solution.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps jolted Jeff into alertness. With reflexes honed by battle, he swiftly turned, assuming a defensive stance, only to find himself confronted by ten armed soldiers, their guns and weapons trained on him.

"Looks like we found another one," one of them said in an ominous tone.

With a hint of hesitation, Jeff realized he had no choice but to seek help.

"He needs medical attention," Jeff stated, his voice tinged with urgency as he gestured towards Damien's prone form.

Responding to his plea, one of the soldiers cautiously approached Damien's unconscious body, carefully assessing his condition.

Meanwhile, Jeff's thoughts churned with guilt and remorse. "This guy got hurt because of me, and I... no, we lost the arrow because we weren't quick enough," he lamented silently, his gaze drifting upwards towards the sky.

As he observed the soldier, Jeff's heart sank as he recognized the emblem emblazoned on their uniform.

…The unmistakable logo of the SCP Foundation.

"...Well, ain't this great," Jeff muttered bitterly.

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Stand Name: Touch the Skies. 

Stand User: Katey Winters. 

Stand Type: Close Range Humanoid/Bound Stand. (Similar to Wheel of Fortune & Strength.) 

Appearance: It is a female humanoid, clad in the iconic attire reminiscent of World War II aviators. Over its eyes, it wears aviator goggles, their glass shimmering with a soft, ethereal light in a mesmerizing shade of blue. Short strands of teal-colored hair frame its face, adding a touch of vibrancy to its appearance, while its skin, a deep navy blue. Completing its enigmatic ensemble, a gas mask obscures its mouth.

Cry: N/A

•Stats:

Power: D

Speed: C

Range: E

Persistence: D

Precision: C

Potential: D

•Abilities:

Repaired: Touch the Skies possesses an to restore any aircraft from past wartime eras to their former glory, whether broken, damaged, or seemingly beyond repair and regardless of their current condition. With a mere touch, this ability can breathe new life into these relics of history, seamlessly repairing them and returning them to their original, fully operational state.

Dis and Reassemble: Touch the Skies wields an ability capable of disassembling aircraft into their constituent parts and fragments with precision. Once broken down, this ability orchestrates a meticulous process of reassembly, seamlessly piecing together the scattered components until the aircraft is restored to its original state.

Knowledge Given: Touch the Skies bestows upon its user a profound understanding of the intricacies of aviation. With a mere touch, this ability imparts comprehensive knowledge of how the aircraft operates, providing its user with invaluable insights and expertise. Armed with this newfound understanding, the user is equipped to navigate and pilot the aircraft with unparalleled skill and confidence, effortlessly overcoming any obstacles that may arise. Through its unique gift of knowledge, Touch the Skies ensures that its user can harness the full potential of these historic flying machines, soaring through the skies with ease and mastery.

Drawbacks: While it possesses the power to restore aircraft from past wartime eras to operational status, its abilities are constrained by certain restrictions. This Stand is inherently non-combative, lacking the capacity for direct confrontation or offensive maneuvers.

Furthermore, its restorative abilities are confined solely to aircraft utilized in historical conflicts, rendering it ineffective on modern aircraft or those never deployed in war. Even when restored, the weapons of these aircraft remain inert, devoid of ammunition, as Touch the Skies cannot alter their functionality.

Additionally, the Stand's power is restricted solely to aircraft as it cannot repair or manipulate sea or ground vehicles. These limitations define the boundaries of Touch the Skies' power, delineating its role as a facilitator of historical aviation restoration rather than a tool for combat or modern transportation.