Chapter fifteen: Swords Dance

You wouldn't think a Chinese dress and your hair in pigtails would be good for fighting, but then again, Amazons weren't exactly what you would call 'normal.' The dress was obviously very small on Rahckno, because it only went to about Rahckno's mid-thigh (Hence the T-rating, she's one of the more revealing characters. Just a heads up, readers.), which was just the way Roy like a woman to look. She had taken out her bandana and simply let her hair fall in her two, normal pigtails. Two thick sabers were sheathed at her hips, and there was a long stick in her hand with a giant, heavy brass ball on top with strength capable of snapping someone's neck like a stale breadstick.

Of course, Roy was alone, except for his gloves. In his usual uniform, with more than half the military cheering for him. Havoc would have been cheering for Rahckno, but because of his girlfriend, Juanita, he would feel guilty. So he went for Roy, anyway.

"Silly Roy boy no back out now?" Rahckno asked. Yes, I have to admit, she did sound stupid by the way she spoke. But she did not speak good Japanese, which was really kind of ridiculous, seeing how she knew almost every other language on Earth.

"Who does everyone call me that…" Roy muttered to himself. "No, Rahckno, I don't back out from a fight, even if it against a beautiful woman like yourself."

"Oh, please." Riza muttered somewhere in the midst of all the other soldiers.

"You no flatter Rahckno! Rahckno kill you!" Rahckno pointed at him with her brass-topped stick.

"K… Kill?" A sweat drop fell down Roy's head. "Um, if that is the Amazon custom… Um, what if it is a draw?"

Rahckno shrugged. "Nothing. Nothing happens, methinks."

"Then I must win!" Roy pulled his gloves from his pockets.

"THIS is the AMAZING battle between Our on Colonel, Roy Mustang—" Edward, holding a microphone, pointed at Roy. Cheering. Moving on.

"And the lovely Rahcknopholianne!"

Louder cheers.

"Ready, and… Fight!"

Roy lifted his hand and snapped. Ka-boom.

The smoked faded, and the parade ground was completely massacred. Rahcknopholianne was nowhere to be seen. The crowd was silent. What a surprise.

Suddenly there was a small tap. Rahcknopholianne delicately landed on part of the exploded ground. She looked at Roy. "My grandma stronger than you. This all you do? Roy boy bad at fighting."

Roy glared at her. "How…"

"I Amazon!" She said proudly. She cartwheeled across the uneven turf, keeping perfect balance. "I good at martial arts!" She paused, maybe twenty feet from Roy. He would have attacked, had he not wondered what she was doing. One leg was bent, her foot resting on her other knee. She had dropped her stick and now had the viciously curved sabers in her hands, one pointing up, the other pointing out at Roy.

"Swords Dance!" She said, in a voice made of a mix of triumph, smugness and skill.

She started rotating slowly, then quicker. Her bent leg was soon on the ground, spinning her around and around, the swords flashing in every direction, looking like a thousand swords when they were only just two. This could mean trouble.