Dewei's guards were the first to react; they charged, knocking the gun out of Riza Mustang's hands. However, they had dropped Ling on to the ground, when they charged.
Lan Fan shoved Dewei, out of the way, and ran to Ling. She picked Ling back up, and supported him.
Lan Fan was breathless from fear and relief, yet she managed to say, "Ling, Ling! Are you alright?"
Lan Fan held Ling, lovingly. She realized that, as long as Ling was alive, and well that she would be happy. She would never let anyone, or anything hurt him, ever again.
Right now, she wanted them both out of Xing, so that Ling wouldn't be hurt, or killed in the revolt.
Ling was her everything.
She felt her fear leave her, as she listened to Ling's quiet breaths.
Lan Fan watched Dewei escape, but she wouldn't dare leave Ling's side, again. At the current moment, she had to make sure that Ling would survive.
The Amestrian soldiers were still fighting Dewei's guards, and therefore, couldn't stop Dewei. Dewei, after all, was still the same, old coward that he had been the day that they, Lan Fan and Ling, first saw him.
