Knife Blade and Fire

Maes specialize in knives. Not just any knives but knife blades. Roy had said once that they were the same things.

But he was wrong.

Maes knew there was a difference. Elegance. Finesse.

His knife blades were different then regular knives. After all, one couldn't go around throwing butcher's knives. It lacks finesse and elegance. That was what made his knife blades different.

Roy specializes in fire. Sure he could do other forms of alchemy but it took more effort. Fire was easy; all it took was a snap of the fingers. Literally.

He supposed that there was some actual effort involved. But it wasn't much.

It was all in his gloves.

Roy's gloves were the keys to his alchemy. They not only had his array but help make the fire. However, the gloves weren't good against water. In fact they were horrible. Also the gloves tore very easily. Too easily.

But Roy just accepted it with ease.

The good with bad.

Besides, Roy was sure Maes' knife blade weren't perfect. They had a weakness too. Probably.

Roy had never figured out the weakness. Well, not yet anyway.

Roy glared at the knife blade, Maes was playing with.

Maybe they fell apart easily.

Or something.