A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I've been so focused on other stories and work/school that I completely neglected this one .

Enjoy!

Getting Rusty

"So, care to tell me-" Ed delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the next alchemist that dared to cross his path, "-how we got in this mess?!" he delivered a swift knee-thrust to the incoming man that tried to punch him, wincing slightly in sympathy when the man crumbled to the ground in a broken heap and whimpered at the pain in his crotch.

Greed pressed his back to Edward's, deflecting the protruding spikes coming his way with practiced, rapid thrusts of his outstretched hand like Ling taught him to fight, "You were the one sayin' we're getting rusty! There you have it!" Greed growled and slammed his elbow against the face of a uniformed soldier, most likely shattering the poor soldier's jaw and nose.

Ed rolled his eyes, smirking and kicking away another assailant, "I didn't mean it like that! I meant sparring!" he huffed, blowing away the persistent strand of hair constantly getting into his face.

He could hear Greed's battle cries and the unfortunate weeps of his victims only seconds later, chuckling when he felt Greed press his back against his own again, "Hey, don't be too harsh on them, they're only trying to help, ya know?"

Greed laughed, "Heh, must be a pain having to follow such ridiculous orders, huh?" he didn't seem to listen to Ed's advice, sending the next man sailing well over the fence of the practice grounds.

Ed grinned wickedly, "Mustang is so going to get us for destroying his soldiers like this," He could already picture the enraged temper tantrums when the Führer himself strolled through here only to witness his very own military training grounds littered with the unconscious bodies of his troops.

Greed shrugged, grabbing a soldier's jaw and hauling him into the air, "Just so we're clear, you dragged me into this kid,"

Ed could sense the smugness rolling off of the Homunculus, "Yeah, but it wasn't me that started pummeling them into the ground,"

After a moment of silence where they kept attacking the incoming soldiers, both Greed and Ed simultaneously said, "It was Ling,"

Ling's voice carried well over the barriers of Greed's control and the enraged voice left Greed's lips in an indignant shout of fury, "Why you-!"

All noise and would-be death threats died as the telltale sounds of heavy duty boots hitting the pavement echoed through the training grounds and when Ed turned his head, his grin only widened in glee.

None other than Roy Mustang, with his ever trusted assistant Riza Hawkeye, strolled through the grounds as if it were a garden.

His gaze swept over the defeated forms of his soldiers, some hanging off fences, others laying in heaps on the dusty ground.

He heaved a great sigh, "Tell me Lieutenant, how many soldiers had been assigned for training today?"

Riza didn't hesitate in answering, only doing a customary glance on the files in her hand as she answered even before her eyes met the paper, "Sixty-five, sir,"

Roy sighed heavily, already feeling a migraine forming and finally his gaze turn to the two culprits in the middle of the warzone.

Ed waved casually, and Greed chuckled, arms crossed expectantly, already waiting for the storm he knew would come.

Mustang never disappointed.

"Lieutenant," Roy didn't even need to glance at her.

Riza repressed a sigh and took a large step away from her superior, "Yes, sir,"

With that, Roy's fingers snapped in a flurry of motions, sending blasts of fire straight toward the smug, only mildly surprised blond-haired man that expertly evaded them, even without the help from his alchemy.

Greed had managed to narrowly jump away in time to escape the fire tornado aimed primarily at Edward, choosing instead to go to the safe zone he knew was definitely, at all times off limits to direct any sort of fire or weapon at: Hawkeye.

Walking to a standstill beside the uniformed woman, Greed casually yawned, "So, how was your day so far? Busy?"

Riza smiled a small smile, "Quite. Numerous paperwork to sign and still several places to visit,"

Greed smirked, "Are you behind schedule?" he already knew the answer.

Riza's smile widened just slightly, "We still have an hour before departing,"

Greed grinned, crossing his arms and playfully nudging her with his elbow, "Plenty of time to kill, don'tcha think?"

She couldn't help but agree as she led the way, Greed following as the two left the battlefield, fire and pieces of rock flying everywhere, "The buffet is open now if you're interested,"

Greed grinned widely, "You guys got a buffet? Damn the military sure invested wisely," Riza chuckled at that.

"The Führer made sure inevitable changes were made to ensure a more comfortable working atmosphere,"

And suddenly Greed's deeper voice was gone, replaced by a lighter, more chipper tone, "Ahh, how nice! See, we do have buffets back at Xing, but I haven't thought of putting them in the military facilities yet…hmmm…" Ling scratched his chin, ignoring Greed's deadpan comment.

"That's because you're stuffing yourself full wherever you go, no need your soldiers getting as fat as you,"

"Well, we have several specialties from Xing to offer as well, Emperor," Riza couldn't hide the hint of amusement, chuckling as Ling's eyes lightened up in glee, ignoring the pieces of rubble he ducked out of the way from as it flew over where his head had been.

"Sounds excellent! Lead the way Lieutenant General!" both parties smiled, heading for the building as enraged shouts of mockery and battle cries were heard behind them.

"HA! Ya still can't beat me even when I can't perform alchemy! In your face Führer Useless!"

"You insufferable little pipsqueak! How dare you dispatch my whole unit out of your trivial boredom?! Stand still while I fry some sense into that pea-sized brain of yours Fullmetal!"

And the rest as they say, was history.

Thanks for reading! :)