His Guard Chapter 17 The Horror Of The Revolt, And The Substitute Emperor

Lan Fan nervously stared at the revolting crowd. She glanced at her fellow citizens, and wondered what could have turned them in to the brutal savages that they were now.

Her eyes trailed to their hands, which were full of rocks, or the guns, that they stole from the fallen, Amestrian soldiers.

She gasped. 'Her citizens were blood thirsty monsters, but how?' She thought.

Her eyes landed on the balcony, where Ling announced their engagement.

The throne was in the middle of the balcony.

There was a man up there, on the balcony, that she didn't know. He had his arms spread out, as wide as they could go; the smirk on his face was very evident, or obvious.

Lan Fan whispered, "Who is he?"

Ling shrugged, but answered fervently, "He's a coward!"

"That he is." Mustang spoke, "But, why are you here?"

Lan Fan spoke up, passionately, "It's our country; we deserve to be here, protecting it!"

"Think about it this way: if Emperor Yao dies, how will we get Xing back under control?" Mustang inquired.

"We get rid of that guy, up there." Ling pointed out, nodding to the guy on the balcony.

"How do we do that?" Ed asked.

"We need to shoot him down." Mustang answered.

"But the Hawk's Eye is not here, though." Lan Fan pointed out, hopelessly.

"How good are you with a gun, Lan Fan?" Mustang asked Ling's fiance.