I don't own fma…

Shock

"All the men in the area have been evacuated as you had requested, Major Wesler. May I suggest acting quickly sir, the Ishbalan rebels are advancing closer to this vicinity as we speak."

Major Henry Wesler just leaned back on his chair and gave the nervous corporal a cocky grin. He wasn't what you would call an intimidating man, in fact just the opposite. He wore his dark red hair back in a short ponytail and laugh lines surrounded his light grey eyes and mouth. He pushed the chair back and got up and even then he was pretty short.

"Don't you worry one bit corporal, I'll take care of everything. Mean while I suggest you fall back yourself, I wouldn't want to get you by accident."

He lightly punched the man's shoulder but he jumped like a current of electricity had just traveled through his body.

Wesler laughed and punched him lightly again. This time the man only flinched. "Now get going, I'll take care of these rebels."

"Yes sir!" the corporal snapped Wesler a salute before marching hastily out of the tent. As the flaps closed behind him the man looked around. Satisfied that no one could see him he ran away like mad.

Chuckling quietly to himself Wesler exited the tent himself a minute later, his right hand now covered by a white glove. The white glove was made of some kind of metal and had a small alchemy circle drawn on the tip of each finger and a larger one on the back.

"I'll have to thank Roy again for giving me one of his wonderful gloves." Stood alone among a bunch of empty military tents, flexing the fingers of his right hand in anticipation. "It is a shame that all of these perfectly good tents will probably get ruined."

Ten or so minutes later a band of at least 25 Ishbalans charged into the military camp. To there surprise it was neither full nor totally deserted. A single soldier stood in the war gang's way. Their leader, a 7 foot tall man with a scar running over his left eye and carrying a rifle in each hand, started to laugh at the soldier.

"Is this the military's last defense? A single soldier? And not even a very intimidating one! How old are you boy? You should have run home when you had the chance because now it's to late for you!"

Wesler smiled at the arrogant Ishbalan. "Hey I know I'm short but that doesn't mean you can make fun of me. Anyway…" he lifted up his right hand and snapped his fingers, producing a small spark. That small spark immediately turned into a small bolt and started to jumped from finger to finger. With every jump the bolt steadily grew bigger until a ball of electricity covered his whole right hand. "Being tall isn't that great when you're in the middle of a lightning storm and when you're in the presence of me, the Shock Alchemist, the chances of one are a hundred percent."

Wesler grinned as the Ishbalan stepped back and held the lightning-covered hand just in front of his face.

"Kill him!" The Ishbalans fired a hail of bullets at the single alchemist, but Wesler clenched his right hand and punched the air in front of him. A wall of electricity stopped the bullets heading for him and fell harmlessly to the ground. The leader swore and dropped his rifles, drawing a large machete instead.

"Die Alchemist!" he roared before charging at him, blade held high. Unfortunately the blade created the perfect conductor and one bolt from Wesler's glove fried the man in an instant. Seeing their leader lying on the ground, nothing more then a charred corpse broke the courage of the remaining Ishbalans and they started to flee in every direction.

Wesler grinned and pointed up with his lightning-covered right hand. "To late you guys!"

He fired a single bolt into the air and a moment later a rain of lightning fell from above, charring everything and everyone around him.

A\N: uhh, I hav no idea how this guy's alchemy works, but it seemed cool so yaa. Anyway REVIEW… or not ur choice…