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If there was one skill Joestar mastered it was how to use his brute strength. Squinting in concentration as the hunk of wood gave away inch by inch, his ears caught the sound of crackling ice below. It was working! If he could tame his ego after it was all done, he might actually express his gratitude--not that he wasn't grateful either way. With a snort it surrenders, rolling several inches at once as a result. The coon was free. His head whipped over his shoulder to gaze expectantly at Morgana, panting with exhaustion.