This it the first fic for my challenge with Crippled (the info is on her profile), using lines from the song Rammstein by the band of the same name. I know I wrote a similar story, but still...

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Kimbley whistled softly as he put his tattooed hands together. All around him reigned the lights and sounds of the destruction of Ishbal, as other soldiers and State Alchemists laid waste to the desert country. A hot wind blew, ruffling his hair where it was not pulled to his skull or pulled tightly into horse-tail. It made the hot desert day seem even hotter, though the sun was hidden by black clouds that had billowed up from the sea of flames the city had become. It brought with it the scent of burning flesh and gunpowder from the battle field.

Kimbley set down his hands against the stony bluff, and sent the alchemic power down the cliff and into the city. He felt the power of the Philosopher's Stone at the end of the cord around his neck begin to work as it aided his alchemy to reach its desired destination.

The city exploded. Kimbley could not suppress a chuckle as he listened to the explosion turning the once peaceful country into a mass grave of tortured, blackened bodies. Mothers were screaming, children were dieing, men were burning, and somewhere far above the hazy black smoke, the sun was shining.