He was surrounded.
Inevitable, really, a stranger in this part of the country.
The five men circled him while the leader stood behind and watched.
"So... you from the city?"
Taking the mens sizes, he missed what the leader had said.
The leader spat, "Obviously you don't. See here, me and my boys own this part of town."
The man in the middle, dressed strangely in a blue coat, just kept silent but watched his adversaries.
"You'll have to pay a tax for walking through this area."
The stranger lifted an eyebrow and replied, "Oh? Why's that? What makes you have jurisdiction over this warehouse?"
The five men hesitated at the question, while the leader swiftly replied, "Well.. simply because..."
He clapped his hands together and jumped down from the steel crate he was sitting on, and placed both his hands on it. In a brilliance of light, a portion of the crate disintegrated and a steel bar formed in his hands.
"I'm an alchemist."
He tossed the bar to his henchmen, and proceeded to continue the process until each of his men were armed with bars, knives and one with a long metal chain.
"So are you gonna pay us or what?"
The stranger smiled, and said "I'll fight you for it."
The leader laughed, and continued, "Fine. I like a man with balls. Do you want me to fashion a weapon for you?"
The crew stifled their laughter and the stranger replied, "No, I brought my own."
Reaching into his coat, the crew tensed up as they expected him to reach for a gun. However, he pulled out a white glove.
The leader let out a sigh of relief, then exclaimed, "A GLOVE? IS THAT YOUR WEAPON? MAN! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! WHAT YOU GONNA DO LITTLE MAN? SLAP ME WITH IT?"
The gang let out hoots of laughter while the stranger shook his head.
Then, Colonel Roy Mustang snapped his fingers.