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Halfmetal Alchemist: Chapter 3

Arms of Flame

Later that day…

"Well, look who's made it to the finals Havoc!" Fury nudged Havoc as the other man took a drag on his cigarette. Havoc leaned over the guardrail and pushed the cigarette to the other end of his mouth. "Hm… I don't believe it. Two of Roy's kids in the same tournament? This isn't going to end well at all. I'd think about moving a little farther back behind the rails if I were you; they're called guardrails, but when it comes to alchemists…" Havoc rolled his shoulders and retreated farther in.

"While you're up there, any idea on which two they are?" Fury squinted at the two boys walking a little behind Roy, shoving each other good naturedly. "I'm not quite sure… they'll announce it though, won't they?"

"I'm sure they will, but with two of Mustang's devils on the field…" Havoc shuddered at the thought. Major Armstrong came from behind them with Alley tagging along with him. "Hi guys, came to watch the finale?" Alley asked. "The Mustang boys are enrolled in two different divisions, so they'll fight in two different final rounds," Major said, dropping himself onto a chair in the front row. Havoc sighed, relieved. "No mass destruction then, at least not like when it was Fullmetal versus Flame, remember Fury?"

Fury bobbed his head and pointed towards the arena. "Havoc? If they're the two finalists, and they're not fighting each other, then who do they fight?" Havoc blew out smoke and Alley blanched. "Eww… smoking's bad for your health, Havoc." Havoc ignored her. "I thought it would be obvious really, the Fuhrer."

"What? You mean Papa's going to fight them both?" Havoc nodded and grinned. "Yep, and if they underestimate their old man, they'll regret it. You do know he's not just the Flame Alchemist anymore, right?"

Major nodded, a sparkle floating from out of nowhere. "Indeed! He is now… the Flame Arm Alchemist!" Fury pushed his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. "Really? I didn't know that… why was it changed?"

"Dunno, and don't care, the match is starting!"

"Hello everyone, the final match will commence, competitors step inside the ring!" Ed hunched slightly and grimaced at the so called ring. "What ring? It's just a huge hunk of dirt!" He looked at Leroy and waved at him. "Good luck, Bro. Hope Dad lets you live."

Leroy waved back and stepped into the arena, watching the crowd to see if his mother was watching. Riza caught his eye and waved good-luck, and he waved to her as well. Leroy pulled on his gloves and Roy smirked at him.

"Our first finalist is the son of the Fuhrer himself, Leroy Mustang! Everyone wish him good luck, he'll need it with the Flame Arm Alchemist!" Leroy bristled at the negativity and eyed his father, sizing him up. "You didn't tell me I'd have to fight you, Father."

Roy shrugged and gave him the famous smirk. "You didn't ask if you had to. Anyway, if you're going to back down just because I'm fighting…" The bell clanged and Roy dashed forward. "If you quit because I'm here, then you don't deserve to be a State Alchemist!"

Leroy sidestepped him and quickly assessed the situation. He's blind in one eye, which means he should have a larger blindspot than I do… Roy swung around and slammed his fist into Leroy's stomach, driving him back and knocking the breath out of him. It was only then that Leroy saw the metal on his father's arm. "A-a gauntlet? Where did you get that?"

Roy continued to strafe around him, getting Leroy's back to the expanse of dirt. Why is he putting his back to the crowd? That doesn't make sense! "Ah… these old things. I guess you could say they're family heirlooms." He placed the metal back of his right arm against his gauntleted upper left arm, scraped them against each other, and used alchemy to ignite the gauntlets. "It's a little trick I remembered my old man using!"

Fury stared, mouth agape, and swung around to stare at Havoc. "I-I didn't know he could do that! Flaming arms, doesn't that hurt?" Havoc's cigarette dropped out of his mouth and Alley took the opportunity to squash it. "Whoa… heh, that's our Fuhrer."

Leroy thought quickly and bounded to his father's blind side, snapping to create some kind of smoke diversion on his good side, but Roy kept coming, eye focused on Leroy.

Ed sighed and shook his head. "I told him it'd be tough, but no one ever listens to me!"

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3 Thanks for commenting, it's actually my first time on doing an FMA fanfic. Just so ya know, I'm not going to reveal the exact parentage of the kids yet.. Yet! I am going to post more, very shortly hopefully, so thanks for the support! 3