Author's Note: Ok, so, this isn't the best Riza-kick-ass-moment but a FMA story isn't a story without one. :D

7. Never under estimate a woman in the military. She can, most likely, kick your ass.

Riza silently added the last whistle in her head. Eight. That meant that there was only two more Southern soldiers out there. She peaked around the corner of building B and moved quickly around, being sure that no one saw her. She jumped when a quick black streak darted arournd her and she spun around, prepared to strike an attacker. A small, happy yip brought her attention lower to the ground to her dog who was happily wagging his tail.
"Hayate," she said, her voice lowered, in case a soldier was near, but gentle so he knew he wasn't in much trouble. "You know better than to scare me like that." She was petting his head when a large thump came from behind her. Quickly, she stood and turned around only to come face to face with the last person she expected.

"Lieutenant Herbert. I should have known." He smirked and moved closer to her, his gun pointed to her chest.

"Y'know, we wouldn't be in this mess if you had just agreed to dinner with me. You still have a chance."

"I though I made it perfectly clear that I was not interested in dinner."

"How 'bout something else, then, Riza." Hawkeye raised her eyebrow in question. "How 'bout this." She moved back to the wall as he moved closer, his gun nearly touching her chest. "How 'bout you let me show you how to insert a shaft properly and I'll let you go and let your team win." Her eyes narrowed.

"No thanks, I would rather you shoot me." Hayate jumped up and latched his teeth on his arm, distracting the sandy haired southerner so she could knock his gun from her chest. He screamed and shook his arm free while she slid behind him. The dog let go and almost immedietly he pulled his gun up and shot a paintball his way, hitting him in that back. A whistle resounded from the Eastern side.

"You're out dog." Hayate back up slightly but looked his mistresses way for direction, sensing that she was in real danger.

"Go on, Hayate. You have to follow the rules like anyone else." The dog bowed his head and ran to the dead man's area, his tail between his legs. Herbert spun around where she was, not even realizing she had moved, and Riza tried knocking the gun from his arms again. He quickly retaliated, grabbing her arm with one hand and tearing her earpiece from her ear and from it's connection on her vest pack. The plastic clattered to the ground, luckily catching the strap of his gun and pulling that with it, as he pushed her against the wall again. This time, a hand around her throat loosely and Riza's eyes widened.

"You will not treat me like that, woman!" He lifted his other hand and slapped her hard, leaving her cheek stinging. "How dare you step out of line!" That was the wrong thing to say to her. She moved her arm up and twisted her body so her arm moved his hands. She threw her elbow in to his face and hit him, producing a very satisfying snap. He released her and moved away, covering his nose and yelling obsenities. Quickly, she moved, grabbed his gun from the ground, aimed, and shot three times hitting him twice in the chest and once in the back of the head.

"You're out, dog." A whistle blew, from the south's side, signaling another person out and she vaguely registered the yells of the rest of her team, as they prepared to take out the last person, and knelt to pick up her earpiece.

"You bitch!" Before she could react, arms were around her shoulders and blood was falling onto her vest. "You're mimicking me now? You will not treat me like that! Know your place, woman!" He tried lifting her but she planted her weight to the ground and grabbed the handgun in her ankle holster. Not realizing what she was doing, he pushed her and she fell to the ground, on her stomach. He brought his foot up, above her head and, sensing this, she rolled over on her back and shot. The bullet went straight though his shoe and he fell backwards, with a yowl. Riza stood, her gun drawn, safety off, and pointed at him.

"I'm going to teach you something about the military. Physical and sexual asult, especially to another officer, is a crime bad enough for a dishonorable discharge. You may want to keep that in mind. Hayate!" The dog had been watching from near the dead zone and joined her at the sound of his name. "Go get help for Lieutenant Herbert." The dog yipped and ran off, showing back around the corner with an MP.
"Good. Escort them to the dead zone." Another yip and She turned her attention to the MP. "This man tried to attack me. Get his foot looked at and escort him to a cell."
The man saluted and lifted Herbert up by his arm.

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