Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Reference to the end of chapter 30; Set in the first few pages of chapter 31.
Two: Gunshot
When Roy had had the time to calm down and verify that Barry was who he said he was, he noticed the odd round hole in the suit of armour's right shoulder. The eerie lights shining out from Barry's helmet took on an excitable glow.
"If I was still in my old body," he said, hefting the cleaver in his right hand onto his knee, "that would have gone right through the ball-and-socket joint of my shoulder. Would have stopped me from ever chopping again." What could have been described as a chuckle rattled around in the hollow cage of armour. "That Missy has one hell of a shot."
Mustang clenched his teeth and looked over to where his Lieutenant was quietly exchanging words with Falman.
