CRASH!
A huge hole existed where a solid wall stood just moments before. Red lightning, the remnants of partial alchemy, sparked around its edges. A shadowy figure emerged from the smoke and rubble; Scar beheld the contents of the room.
Three men sat a card table in the far left corner of the room. All of them had stopped their game to stare wide-eyed at the intruder. The Ishbalan watched as one by one the men dropped their cards. Emotionlessly he entered.
Gradually, the men stood up, slinging the machine guns around from their backs as they had practiced in drills so many times before. Except that this wasn't a drill. No, this was the real thing. Only, in training, they had never faced off with an alchemy-wielding terrorist who entered through walls.
Scar rushed at three of the State's henchmen, his right arm arched behind him. One of the terrified men had the balls to actually fire his at his attacker. One of the bullets grazed the Ishbalan attacker's shoulder but he pushed on undaunted.
He grasped the man's twitching, horrified face with his palm. Everyone knew what became of those luckless individuals crossed Scar's path, the first victim among them.
"May Ishbala grant your soul peace" grunted the man, before exploding the man's brain.
The other two men retreated a few frightened steps, faces specked with their fallen comrade's disintegrated grey matter. The man on Scar's left turned around and fled, while the other could only stand their gasping, horrified at what had become of the man whom he had been playing cards with earlier that evening.
Scar released the man's face, and his body slumped to the floor. His fleshy cheek made a wet slapping sound as it impacted the blood moistened tiles. The remaining solider glanced downwards with a grimace. His hands shook with terror and more so rage at the man who so apathetically ended one of his best friends' life. Numbly, he was aware of his hands moving towards his firearm.
"You…" he stuttered. "You killed him!...I…I… Auggghhh!" In slow motion Scar watched the man's forefinger make the trek towards the trigger. With razor sharp reactions his tattooed arm reached out and grasped the barrel of the weapon. An instant later the red lightning sparked into existence, and in doing so, disintegrated the gun in a flash.
The man gasped and stumbled backwards, tripping over the body of his deceased comrade, and slid to a stop in a puddle of crimson blood.
"I do not wish to harm you. Flee like the other one and I will be on my way. However plentiful the Military's allegations may be against me I have none against them. My quarrel is with alchemists alone."
The soldier shakily rose to his feet, walked up to the muscular tan-skinned man and looked him in his red eyes. Chin quivering and hands shaking he said "I have a duty to fulfill, as do you. Where yours is unfathomable me, the fact that you are ending lives to stick to it must mean that you are strong in your resolve. I must do my duty as a soldier, and moreso friend. I simply cannot allow you to pass."
With this eulogy, the man turned his back on Scar, and strode over to the doorway, still ajar from the exeunt of his cowardly compatriot.
"Very well." Scar stated coldly. He walked toward the doorway, scantily blocked by a scrawny, weaponless man in a fighting pose. "It is with great sorrow that I end your life." the white-haired protagonist uttered.
He reached his arm forward and grasped the back of the man's head, gripping him by the hair. Looking into the man's blood-shot eyes he said, "Were we not of two warring races, I believe we would have been brothers-in-arms." the son of Ishbal muttered gravely.
A red splash on the wall.
Another casualty.