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Iced Air

Colonel Franz Charden stood calmly, arms folded, amidst the chaos around him. Military soldiers retreating in a panic at his back while a group of Ishbalan fighters advancing at his front. He didn't even flinch as a bullet flew past his head and hit an officer at his back.

The Ishbalan mob stopped a few mere meters away from him. "Well, well look what we have here." Said the apparent leader of the group. "Why aren't you running? We will take back our city soon, do you wish to die?"

Charden just smiled at him. A cold, thin smile that matched his appearance perfectly. Lightly blue-dyed raked back hair, sharp piercing grey-blue eyes, a neatly trimmed black goatee and skin as pale as a corpse. Calmly he raised his hands and removed the gloves covering them. The lead Ishbalan's eyes widened when he saw what the material had hidden.

Runes, symbols and circles covered the whole hand, palm and back, on both right and left. His cold smile turning almost maniacal he pointed at the Ishbalan with his right hand. "Do you?"

And before he could take even one step back a clear, cold spike that came out of thin air impaled him in the gut. The Ishbalan stared in astonishment at the thing protruding from his stomach before falling to the ground. Seconds later the crowd of Ishbalans behind him exploded into an uproar. Most turned around, trying to run from the man with strange powers while others stood and shot at him, desperately trying to kill him.

Colonel Charden's smile just grew as he waved his left hand before himself and the bullets seemed to stop in the air, leaving cracks floating behind. With his right, a vertical slashing motion caused more transparent spikes to form in front of the retreating Ishbalans, few at the front getting impaled.

Charden proceeded to walk forward, guns futilely trying to stop his approach but there bullets being stopped with every sweep of his left hand. His right hand impaling those who had shot at him a moment later.

Finally what was left of the Ishbalan mob found themselves boxed in, spikes at the back, stonewalls to the sides and Charden to the front. Only when they had exhausted all the ammo left did Charden stop his approach.

"I am sorry to say that it was very unlucky that I was the one that you 'people' had the misfortune of encountering," he proclaimed with false sympathy, "I admit it was hard to work my alchemy in such a dry atmosphere but you still have the honor and privilege of dying to my hands, for you see I am the State Alchemist known as The Iced Air Alchemist!"

With one more slash of his right hand all the Ishbalans in his sight found themselves impaled through the middle with frozen shards of ice.

Charden's left hand allows him to make barriers of ice while his right creates icicles; both use the concept of freezing water particles in the air.