No. That wasn't right. The blue energy shot up frm the ground around, just like it should, and it started crackling around the beam heading for the miners daughter. Again, just like it should have. But then he caught sight of the same energy coursing up one of the beams supporting the roof. And that wasn't supposed to happen.
You've messed up. You've messed up big time. That's the main support beam and look what you did to it! There will be a collapse of the main tunnel in less than two minutes. You're tra~apped!
The beam heading towards Melira burst, shattering into thousands of harmless wood shards, just as the girl hit the ground. The bag of food that she had been carrying flew out of her hands, landing several yards away, and she let out a short yelp of pain. There would be skinned knees from the fall but other than that she was fine.
Her father had already started running over to her. The tour of the mine had completely slipped from his mind as he scooped the young girl into his arms, quiet reassurances that she was fine being whispered to her.
This all happened in the course of a few seconds and Edward wasn't paying attention to any of it. Instead his eyes were locked onto the beam a few feet away from him, the one that the residual energy from his transmutation had locked onto, as the wood slowly started to warp and twist. The faded brown color of the wood changed to an ashen grey, darker in the spots where it dipped down, and the whole thing was starting to give off a slight blue glow from the sparks that were still working their way up it.
"Shit." Edward narrowed his sleep-hazed eyes and readied himself to clap his hands together and reverse the transmutation.
Just as his hands clapped together, the echoing noise catching the attention of the older man beside him, the beam mirrored the one he had stopped from falling on Melira. Only instead of exploding into the same small and harmless shards that had showered down on the girl, the wood exploded into large splinters.
The wooden pieces shot outwards from the beam. Sharpened and misshapen pieces shooting in all directions, a flurry of wood-dust half-blinded the two soldiers, and throwing his automail arm up over his eyes was all that Edward could do.
Unlike how it normally affected him, with energy coursing through his body and a sharper mind, the danger was what finally sent his mind into a sleep-fogged state. It was as though he had just woken up and had no clue as to what was going on. All his training, the years that he'd had fighting techniques beaten into him, slipped from his mind leaving him standing there and waiting for the dust to clear.
But the dust didn't clear. Instead, there was a loud rumbling noise from above him, sounding almost like thunder, and the whole mine seemed to start shaking. Dust and bits of rocks rained down on them, lodging themselves in his hair and his clothes, but it wasn't until he heard a pained shout from Roy that his mind started to work again; though it was still going slower than usual.
Edward spun around in the direction that the shout had come from only to be forced to stumble backwards, feet moving out of their own accord, as a section of the roof crashed down in front of him. More dust flew into his face, the sand stinging his eyes, and he threw his arms up to try and block the debris again.
His feet found the mangled base of where the beam once stood, one leg flying up in the air as the rest of his body went soaring towards the ground. It would almost be comical looking if another section of the cieling wasn't falling towards the same spot.
With being capable of doing nothing else, Ed forced his body to roll to the left. Another large boulder, freshly fallen, was blocking his path. For a split second, he couldn't think of anything else to do. His mind was going blank, the lack of sleep starting to take its toll on his mind again, and then he heard another pained cry from Mustang and could only think of one thing.
Find Mustang.
It'll be too late. You heard him, Mr. Al-che-mist, you heard him scream. That was his leg, being shattered into thousands of pieces.
I've got to help him, got to save him, got to find him.
Edward grabbed a hold of the rock that had stopped his roll, though he had still managed to get far enough away to avoid being crushed by the other one, as he started to pull himself up. "Hang on, Mustang!" He called out, not really sure why the words had been spoken instead of staying in his mind like he intended them to.
But then there was another awful crack, this one noise standing out from the rest of the rumbling that filled the mine, and it was Roy's voice he heard screaming his name.
Watch out, Mr. Al-che-mist! You better be careful...
And then a different sort of craking sound filled the air, quickly lost by the rest of the noise in the mine-shaft, and an unglorified howl ripped its way out of Edward's throat. The noise was a gutteral sound, heard only for a moment before it was drowned out by crashing, but it lasted for far longer than it was heard.
More rubbage fell. More screams filled the air. And then Edward couldn't breath right and his vision was faded and all that he could hear was the awful, child-like laughing that was filling his mind.