"Hey." Melita looked down at Edward and smirked.
"What… What are you doing here?!" Melita glanced over at Al and his wrecked condition.
"I came to help you out." Melita set her eyes on her enemy. The man got up and ripped out a chunk of debris out of his arm.
"You don't stand a chance against him!" Edward warned her, but she didn't listen. She walked towards him, "Melita!"
The man darted towards her. Melita clapped her hands and slipped underneath the man, touching the ground with both hands and pulling out two swords. She positioned them as she glared at the man. Edward was in awe. Never he would've thought that she would have been an alchemist. But what struck him by surprise was the fact that she had no need for a transmutation circle.
"Who are you to interfere with the will of God?" The man asked.
"Will of God?" Melita remembered Cornello and his church of Letoism, "It has nothing to do with me."
The man dashed towards her. He tried to stop her movements, but failed. Instead, he aimed for her weapons. Just as he destroyed them, she had let go. Melita distanced herself from the man.
'No matter what I do, I can't let him touch me… Not without him giving me away…' Melita thought, 'This is harder than I thought…'
The man stiffened his arm, preparing an attack. He sprinted towards her. Just as Melita was about to dodge, the man struck her chest, right where her tattoo was and throwing her back, knocking all the air in her body out.
"Melita!" Edward shouted. The man stood over her as he was going to deliver the finishing blow, "Stop it! Kill me already! Spare her… Spare them! You promised me, didn't you!?"
The man turned back.
"Dammit…" Melita gasped. She clapped her hands and pulled out a large dagger. She got up and darted towards the man. She had landed a deep wound into his side. He elbowed her right before she could escape. Melita landed in front of Edward.
"Melita…!" Alphonse called out.
"I'm fine…" Melita sat up. There was a gunshot. The four flinched. They turned back to find that the whole street was covered by military officers. Their uniforms matched the one Basque Grand wore. One of the officers was as large as he was.
"That's as far as you go." Said one of the officers with the gun. He had short black hair and eyes. He seemed rather young to be in the military… as a matter of fact, they all did, "Close call, Fullmetal."
"Colonel!?"
"That man is a suspect for the serial murders of state alchemists… And looking at the present situation, it's no doubt that this is our guy."
"Alchemists are those that twist the natural state of creation to a degenerate form… That is in shot, sacrilege to our creator, God. As the messengers of God, we are those that carry out God's judgement."
"There's just one thing I don't understand. Out of all the alchemists in the country, why do you only target those assigned to the State?" The man asked.
"No matter what, if you intend to interfere, I will eliminate you too."
"… Interesting" The black haired man tossed his gun to his subordinate. She had blond hair that was slipped neatly to the back of her head.
"Colonel Mustang." She warned.
"Don't lay a finger on him." So said this 'Colonel Mustang.' Melita watched as Mustang put on a glove with some kind of sigil on it.
"Mustang? As in the State Alchemist?"
"Indeed. Roy Mustang the Flame Alchemist!"
The darker skinned criminal smirked as he prepared his arm. Melita noticed the subordinate frown as the ranked Colonel prepared to snap.
"For this many alchemists to appear in one day… God is on my side!"
"You know who I am yet you still dare to challenge me!?"
"Col-" The subordinate gave up and took out Mustang's feet. He fell right underneath the man's palm, this frightened him a bit. The woman pointed both her guns at him and fired.
"What do you think you're doing!?" The colonel shouted.
"You know as well as I do that you're useless when it's raining. Please stay back." She said.
"You can't make a spark in this weather." Said another subordinate. He had dark ashy hair. The colonel was broken hearted.
"This is indeed in my favor… I will annihilate everyone here!"
"Then try to!" Said a husky voice. It was the large man. He had punched the wake of the criminal. This man had begun to summarize every single thing that was said and in addition to that, he added commentary.
Melita noticed one of the subordinated run up to them. It was the one with the ashy hair.
"You two okay?" He asked. He took notice of Melita then glanced over at Alphonse, "What is she doing here?!"
Melita grabbed the man by the collar and Edward by the head. She pulled them down just as a transmuted stone flew inches away from their head.
"Hey! Watch it, Major!" This husky, large man had introduced himself as Alex Luis Armstrong, the Strong Arm Alchemist. The man had pulled Melita and Edward to the side, out of harms way. They watched as Armstrong had pounded the ground, and in its path, blocks took wind.
"Hey! Don't destroy the place!" The ashy haired man yelled.
"What is that you say?"
Armstrong had pushed the man into a corner. Suddenly, he pulled back. The female subordinate had a rifle in hand. She aimed and fired. The bullet had just grazed his head. This knocked off the shades this man wore. He looked up with red eyes.
"Dark skin, red eyes… I know you… You're an Ishvalan…" Mustang said. The tension grew.
"I see… I'm at a disadvantage…" The man said.
"Hold it! You don't actually believe you can get away when you're surrounded do you, Scar?"
The man raised his left arm and pressed it onto the pavement. ground underneath him had begun to deconstruct. Everything went crashing down. The men pulled back.
Melita gazed at the hole that was created. It had lead down to the sewers, "He won't get far… Not with that wound…"
Melita noticed a man come out of hiding. He wore the same uniform as everyone else. Melita could barely make it out but apparently he was hiding.
"Alphonse!" Edward had gone to aid his younger brother who had leaned up against the wall. The armor didn't respond, "Come on, Al…"
"You…" The armor mumbled, "Stupid brother!"
This was followed by a punch.
"Why didn't you run away!?"
"I couldn't just leave you behind…" Edward whined.
"That's what makes you stupid!" He punched his older brother again, "If Melita… If Melita hadn't shown up when she did… You could've been killed!"
"But she did…" Edward defended himself.
"You're not getting the point!" The armor grabbed the boy by his collar. His arm fell off, "Gah! Look at me now! MY arm fell off!"
"You're both missing the point…" Melita walked up to them, "You're both alive and that's all that should matter…"
The boys looked up at her. Edward sighed followed by a smile, "I guess you're right… We're still alive…"