Theme 2: Gun Threat
"I'm watching you, Hawww-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Pride exclaimed as he turned the corner to face the barrel of Riza's gun directly before his eyes. His eyes wandered up to the taller woman and saw an evil look cross her face.
"Follow my exact directions and I won't shoot," Riza commanded.
Pride snorted. "Please, Hawkeye. Your bullets won't affect me."
"Oh, no. These aren't mortal bullets. These are specially made bullets designed to shoot an anti-philosophers stone virus into your body. And we both know what will happen if the philosophers stone is gone from your body." Riza grinned evilly.
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"You serious?" Pride asked, somewhat believing what she had just said. His was response was only silence with an even wider grin.
"Would you like me to test it out on you?" Riza retorted, shoving her gun directly onto Pride's forehead.
"AHHH! NO. NO." Instinctively, Pride used his shadows and sliced Riza's gun in half, getting the tip of her finger in the process.
"Great. You broke my gun."
As if on cue, purple gooey stuff began dripping out from the gun. Pride's mouth opened in astonishment.
"Hey! You lied!" he gasped.
Riza rolled her eyes. "Kid, that's kind of the point." She chuckled slightly. "Did I say kid? Whoops, I meant, old and short man."
Pride scowled. "Now you have gotten on my bad side! Face my wrath!" He shouted.
There was a knock on the door. Following the knock, Mrs. Bradley stepped in, looking surprised.
"Selim dear, are you playing with Miss Hawkeye again? She's awfully busy, I don't think she wants you playing with her right now." Mrs. Bradley then looked at Hawkeye. "I do apologize."
Riza gave Mrs. Bradley a smile. "He's no trouble at all. In fact, I was just on my break." She began patting Pride's head. Every pat grew rougher and harder.
When Mrs. Bradley left and closed the door, Pride's shadows wrapped themselves around Riza. "Stop patting my head," he growled.
Riza smirked. "Who's going to make me?"