Re: Amestris - Central City
As the injured men under the robed figures' command chases the State Alchemists several explosions can be heard coming from the main building.
"What the hell has he done to these people?" Max shouts out over the sound of the explosion whilst running along with James, unable to use his gunpowder/torch combo just in case he accidentally killed one of the controlled soldiers. Though as one of them grabbed onto him Max let out a gasp of shock, the man that had grabbed him seemed lifeless; his eyes had clearly been dead for several hours prior to this and his skin had lost much of its colour. Punching the dead-controlled-man in the face to shake him off Max pulls James behind a wall with him.
"Shit, we're not dealing with something I can really handle," Max says, his voice quivering from fear as he fumbles around in his pockets trying to find another capsule. Though as he does the man that had grabbed him turned the corner to find him and James and lunged at them again. Though a second later gunfire rings out through the air and the man drops dead again, a bullet had clearly passed through his head.
As the robed figures' minions hunted down the State Alchemists he completely forgot about what lay in the bowels of Central Command.
"Well, looks like I wasn't invited to the party," A cool, almost sadistic voice could be heard coming from the entrance of Central Command. In the doorway stood Zolf J. Kimblee, blood splattered all up his front. "Care to tell me what these freaks are? Though either way I couldn't care less, it's the sound of them exploding that I love." Kimblee walks slowly towards the robed figure, who orders more of his controlled men to attack Kimblee. Even though they outnumber him Kimblee manages to dodge them with ease and one by one he manages to explode them all.
"I'd like to thank you," Kimblee says to the robed figure, mock appreciation in his voice. "If it weren't for your stupidity I'd still be locked up in a cell, ready to be tried by the halfwits that run this place." With that Kimblee goes to turn to leave though another voice stops him.
"Stay where you are, Kimblee," Mustang calls out to him as he walks up the stairs.
"Oh, it's you Colonel. I'm afraid I can't oblige you this time," And with that Kimblee makes a quick exit before Roy can react.
"Dammit, thats all we need now, that psychopath on the loose." Roys attention is then drawn to the battlefield. "I thought I told you all to do this on your own?" He calls out to the group who were now fighting for their lives. Good thing you have the Hawk's Eye's watching over you." Roy then slips on a glove.
"You," He addresses the robed figure. "I've seen your face from somewhere, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is what you've done here, and as a dog of the military I've been ordered to kill you. With that Mustang thrusts his arm into the air and snaps his fingers.
"This is not the end," The robed figure mutters as he is engulfed in a ball of flame that explodes, dirt and debris is blown all over the place and as the smoke and dirt settles the robed figure is no longer there and his men have stopped moving. The sword lays on the ground for a moment, then seems to dissolve into a cloud of snowflakes before blowing away to the north.
"Right, would any of you care to tell me what the hell had happened here?" Mustang barks at them, clearly pissed at them for dragging him away from whatever duty he was just doing.
