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The End of Winter

"Why don't we stop this little game and tell me what you want." Franz Charden said, turning to confront the stranger. "I had noticed you following me for a time now. What business do you have with me? And speak carefully," he slowly removed the gloves he wore, "for it may be the last thing you say."

The stranger was standing in the shadows, barely visible in the night except for the glint of sunglasses. He walked out onto the road, his form now clearly illuminated by streetlights. His hair was white, turning black behind the ears; his skin dark and red eyes stared at Charden through the sunglasses. The thing most distinct thing about this man was the large X-shaped scar over the bridge of his nose. He stood calmly, hands inside the pockets of his yellow jacket.

Charden burst out laughing. He knew immediately from the skin and faintly glowing red eyes that this man was an Ishbalan; but the scar confirmed his suspicion that this man was the man wanted for killing state alchemists.

"So you're the wanted man, eh? I'll have to be careful, after all, not many people are strong enough to defeat Basque Grand, and I heard you killed him pretty quick too." He shed the long over coat he wore. "Well I wont make the same mistake as that man-"

To his surprise Scar was already in front of him, arm reaching for his head. Charden somersaulted back and slashed the air with his right hand. Scar easily grabbed the icicle before it could impale him and deconstructed it.

"I see that your reputation proceeds you." Charden said panting. "But so does MINE!"

He slashed the air three times with his right and three icicles formed and headed for the Ishbalan. Scar dodged the first two with ease but the third nicked his cheek as it sailed past the man's head. Charden then jumped back as the tried to grab him and once again launched three more icicles at him. Scar jumped to the right as the icicles sailed past.

At this point Charden's eyes were wide and behind the grey-blue orbs a hint of fear flickered. "You think your better then me!" He snarled yet taking a few more steps back. "Take this and just die!"

With his left hand Charden created a barrier of ice behind, above, and to the sides of Scar while he made a giant horizontal slash through the air with his right and an icicle as long as he was tall appeared before him. The alchemist launched it at Scar, who stood calmly, waiting for the ice spike. When the icicle reached an arm's length from the Ishbalan he raised his right palm and as the cold point touched the skin it deconstructed into ice chips.

Seeing this Charden took another step back before hitting cold brick. Scar had forced him against the wall, with nowhere to run. Scar dashed forward, right hand out stretched. Charden tried to make a barrier but the Ishbalan's destructive power broke through it easily and before long a hand wrapped around the state alchemist's head."

"NO!" Charden brought up his right hand to slash down just one more time but didn't get the chance as his head exploded, staining the bricks behind him with blood.

Oh ya,

people gimme sum ideas for alchemists you want to see, and ill tryy an add them