They each have their own sound, one that is uniquely theirs.
His is the snap. The snap of his gloves as they settle into place over his battle scarred hands. The snap of his calloused fingers as the fires arise, ready to obliterate. The snap of his military coat in the wind as he stands at the front of a mass of murderous blue.
Hers is a click. The click as she opens the cylinder of her pistol in order to load it. The click of the bullets falling into their chambers. The click as she pulls the familiar trigger, ending the life of yet another opponent who threatened his life.
They have developed a harmony over the years, their rhythms melding together in the redundancy of routine.
Snap.
Click.
Snap.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Snap/Click.
The melody ends with a rousing finale.
Boom. Rat-tat-tat. Boom. Rat-tat-tat. Boom.
Everything ends.
A/N: This is my first time entering the realm of FMA. It's a little strange, let me know if I pulled it off and it makes sense.