Riza Hawkeye was a sturdy, dependable and well reputed soldier, there was no mistake about that. There was never a blush about her name in the ways of sensibility and devotion to her missions, to the point that her peers had even tested to see if she would falter under pressure, or the influence of a good man. When her unblinking demeanor saw right past the very handsome distractions they had tried, it was joked that perhaps she 'didn't swing that way', to which they tried once again- and failed- to test the lieutenant for weakness of an amorous nature. It once again, didn't work, and they still had to pay the dancing girl for a full hour.
She had no hesitation when the mission she took on came with the warning "They're homonculus; Creatures who can do supernatural things", and simply clicked the hammer on her gun as if to say "Bring it on."
It was "Envy", that she wound up chasing down an alleyway; a creature of shapeshifting capabilities who had apparently thought it would be easy to scare off the cute blonde gunwoman by assuming a threatening muscular form, but was quite dissappointed in his plan, as he was simply answered with an impeccably aimed pistol shot past the ear. In fact, she had shot at him so many times, and given such a threatening chase, that the typically fearless sin was overcome with a knee shaking, knicker-wetting fear. In his panic, he transformed himself, out of mortified impulse into his first chosen "Cute" form, and pressed against the wall to which he had been cornered.
There was a click, that of a gun shell dropping to the ground, a blush, and what appeared to be a drip of blood marking the normally perfectly passive face of the smart sharpshooter.
"Ah- a-" she attempted to regain function of her jaw, but for the akward split second she couldn't manage control of her vocal chords. The sin looked up in horror at his temporarily paralyzed pursuer, and realized hopefully that he might not die. In the mean time, Riza was flusteredly clapping her free hand over her nose, unable to stop the tiny gush of blood. When she finally regained control of her nervous system, it was only to raise her gun and give a furious five round salute while yelling,
"That wasn't fair!"
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(The moral of this story? Nobody can resist an androgynous prettyboy in a leather miniskirt)