A maniac's laughter rang out. The screaming of innocents. The terrifying roar of explosions. All of these ran through Roy's ears as he looked down from his spot in Hawkeye's sniper post. Kimblee was stood in the middle of the ruined town square, his manic laughter echoing back over the place as he continuously clapped his hands together, blowing up everything that he touched. Longing to move and help the others, Roy felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently as if to offer him strength.
"No… you can't give away our position." Hawkeye's voice was low even against the raging noise that was happening outside.
"But he's killing so many, you expect me to sit back and just watch?" Roy hissed, venom leaking from his rage into his voice as he looked up to his lieutenant.
"For now, yes. Armstrong's team isn't in place yet because we haven't had the signal. You sit and bloody wait, otherwise we'll never catch him." Hawkeye spoke sternly, frowning as she said the words which showed her own contempt for them.
"I still don't understand why you won't just shoot him, you've brought your gun."
Riza sighed softly. "Because we want him alive. If I shoot to wound, he'll blow everything up."
Mustang sighed again, before he looked up at the woman with a frown.
"Do you hear anything?" He spoke softly, his voice oddly blank and calm.
"No… why?" As she spoke, Hawkeye gasped softly. The explosions had stopped. The Colonel moved to the window quickly, looking out to the square which once was occupied by Kimblee; who was now gone.
"Shi-" Mustang broke off as he heard the soft chuckle that was Kimblee. Automatically, he began to spin on his heel, right arm coming up as his fingers assumed the typical clicking pose.
Time seemed to slow, everyone moving sluggishly and noises all muted. Mustang's click caused a flare of sparks to move up over his fingers, while he used his transmutation circle to separate and isolate the various gases. Instantly the spark took a hold on the flammable products as a flame launched out towards the manic looking Kimblee. His hands were parting, already slamming into the ground as Roy leapt his body back at the same time.
Time took a hold, movements sped up again as mustang grabbed Hawkeye, using his body as a shielded he hit the ground with her hard, forcing himself to cover every inch of her body with his own in. The explosion of Kimblee and of flames met together with a frightening result; sending the pair into the air once more. The world around them became lost in dust and smoke and a painful buzzing in both of their ears.
Feeling returned to Mustang gradually, first to his feet and then spreading like warmth up his body. He was aware of something under him, but his eyes were still closed and he could hear nothing.
"Lieutenant?" He coughed the word out, painfully aware that he could only vaguely hear his own voice. The thing under him moved, causing his eyes to fling open as he sought to focus.
Riza Hawkeye, dishevelled, dirty, and slightly bloody was laid on her back, and didn't look too bad for wear. He smiled, pleased that he had managed to shield her well enough from the brutal attack. He coughed again, feeling a cloying in his lungs and a lancing pain that spread all over his back. Gradually, he could hear clearer, becoming aware of a husky voice. "Colonel, are you alright? Colonel, answer me…." He focused on Riza's mouth, realising that's where the words were coming from.
"Lieutenant…" he coughed again, before then grinning weakly at down at her. She smiled back, before she wiggled a hand from between their bodies to cup his face gently.
"Are you ok?" he looked down to her, eyes black eyes focused on her brown ones which looked up to him with a lightness.
"I am now."
He smiled, before falling from her onto his side with a heavy thud.