The First Spark (Plot)(Open)

[Lillian White]

Lillian sat in a chair in the corner of the room and watched as the two men came into the room she had been sitting in. At first she wondered if one of them was the nice lady that had been talking to her earlier, but she knew neither was as soon as she had wondered. Even as the one man shot the weapons she sat there waiting for the nurse to return. She had been told to wait there while the nurse had left to figure out what was going on.

Lillian was curious herself, but she had indicated she would remain there. When a wall of ice shattered revealing more people, Lillian did turn her head as they were all aiming at the man chasing the other man. She assumed her white garb, skin and hair had simply blended in well enough with the walls that she was not noticed in her corner, though she wanted to play this game of theirs as well. She believed the children that were outside when she had arrived called it tag.

But she had told the nurse she would remain where she was so she continued to watch everything unfold in front of her as if she wasn’t there. She didn’t want to lose her book, so maybe it was for the best. To amuse herself while she waited she calculated the trajectory each bullet would travel from the guns of the ten new men when they fired based on the way they held the weapon, their grips on it and what she calculated to be the rough power that would be given off by each bullet when fired. She then began to extrapolate where each successive shot would likely go under based on kickback from each round being fired, what she assumed was the delay between each shot and many other factors. Such calculation were simple for her and based on the current situation she wouldn’t be near the path of even one of the bullets making her able to stay where she had told the nurse she would. She enjoyed it when such things happened, it allowed her to do things that seemed to make others happier with her.

[The Fiend]

The Mad Doc smiled in glee as he saw two of his shots make impact against his prey's arms. The hunt was almost over! Soon he would be victorious! He had chased the Glacier Alchemist into a corner, and all that the only thing left to do was to press his hand, loaded with his own special paralysis inducing "Medicine" loaded into the fingers of his mechanical hands, and then the Mad Doc Psychopomp could take his sweet time ripping apart the loathsome intruder again and again and again.

The Doctor's hand was only inches away from the Glacier Alchemist's throat, and he had fully intended to complete the plan that the bullets were just phase 1...that is, before the wall decided to collapse and reveal the army of creatan mooks armed to the teeth behind his loathsome foe. The clack of guns being loaded and being aimed directly at him was enough to even give the Night Surgeon of West City pause.

His smiling face tweaked slightly at the corners and his eye twitched in irritation. As the Doctor slowly lowered his left arm away from the loathsome, cowardly, CHEATING son of a bitch that was his prey. He assesed the situation from beneath his blue tinted goggles.

Ten Soldiers in total, all dressed in grey fatigues, all armed with Automatics, the standard weapon for Creatan forces, and all of them looking like they just never were going to die. They were arranged in a straight line formation, five on either side of the Glacial spring Water Homunculus.

Who in turn was located directly in front of the Doc, looking insufferably smug, like a cat with his cream, or worse like a cat toying with a mouse. and finally, to the side of the thoroughly savaged room, next to the bed with the smashed IV drip, was a young woman sitting patiently on a leather chair. Figures. One should never rely on the eyesight of another, even a comrade in the same military. When said other is under panic. Wonder how many other civys got left behind today? Normally the Psychopomp Alchemist would have ignored this factor, being essentially the living incarnation of Walt Grimmlock's Id and therefore caring for nothing beyond the pleasures of the moment.

However, something about an innocent patient getting gunned down inside of HIS hospital by enemy forces, on HIS watch, and by HIS newly declared archenemy, was just something the Doc couldn't stand for in the least

The Doc adjusted his goggles. "I see you brought friends. And here I thought this was a PRIVATEparty. If I'd known you were bringing these fine upstanding gentlemen I would have made cookies and Bloody Marys for everyone. As it it is You'll just have to make do with leftovers." With that the Doc aimed his gun and fired the last two rounds into the heads of the soldiers on either side of the Glacier Alchemist

As they dropped ever so nicely to the ground, the Doc rolled to the corner of the room before the mooks opened fire in a straight line. While they were trying to get the guns to stop firing, The Doc was drawing two more pairs of scalpels from his coat, placing one between each finger of his right hand. He spoke to the lady (who was surprisngly calm considering the situation) in a somewhat more easygoing tone than usual, meeting her vibrant blue eyes with his blue tinted goggles.

"This is Room 5B so that would make you...Ms. White correct? My name is Doctor Grimmlock, and you could probably tell that the loathsome people firing at us don't really have the best of intentions as far as you or I are concerned. I however am devoted 100% to saving your life and ending theirs. It's what I do you understand. However I need you to be able to do whatever you need to do to help us escape. So in short, stay frosty, and come with me if you want to live."

A soldier finally rounded the corner and was about to open fire, but the Doc was too fast for him. He jumped on top of the mook's shoulders and then made three precisce surgical cuts against his face with his scalpels. Making an arrow with a a zigzag pattern pointed downward from his forehead.

The mook started screaming. The Doc just laughed maniacly, the transmutation circles on his blades and the scarred arrow glowing blue. "You think THAT'S bad! I'm not even finished yet you pansy!" The Doctor snapped the poor mook's head and turned it towards Glacier and the other mooks, and with that the blood started to flow like a fountain from the mooks head, covering his comrades in blood, blinding or disgusting the majority. The Doc used this opportunity to jump behind two more mooks and grab their necks with his hands, scalpels still clenched tightly between the fingers of his right, and inject the paralyzing fluid located in either of his index fingers, quickly reducing them to squirming husks of men.

He then appropriated one of the soldier's guns. As he pointed it at the other soldier's and Glacial's back he laughed "GROOOVYYYYY!"

[Red Loki (admin)]

Red had not noticed the patient in the room given the circumstances. He was a bit preoccupied with a certain crazed doctor. Red didn't pay much attention to her nor did he pay much attention to the doctor as the battle commenced. In fact Red, more worried about his own safety at this point, decided to get the hell out of here.

It seemed just in time to cause bullets spread across the room where he had been standing a second ago. That doctor sure was fast when it came to killing. Well Red Lotus was not about to sit around and become doctor food. He sprinted down the alley way until he came out into the main street.

Sure enough luck was on Red's side for he ran into just the man he wanted to see. Sergent Dutch stood to his left and upon recognition of Red, saluted him. "Sir!" Sergent Dutch was one of Red's men and a pain to kill given his uncanny ability.

"There is a bit of trouble in the hospital. There is a mad doctor who could become trouble in the future. I want him dealt with now before he runs away." Giving the Sergent a salute, Red turned away from his man and went to look for the man he left in charge. Red needed to get a hold of that man before he started destroying more buildings. That guy had a worse habit of breaking things then Red himself.

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Sergent Dutch was a large man, much larger then Red. Standing over six feet tall with a neck as tough as a bulls and arms and legs the size of a tree trunk he was the model of macho. With a bald head and a dark skin complexion he worse his grey Creatan uniform proudly.

He was Red's man true and true. After Red had personally recruited him he had come to respect the man a great deal. Red was the true idealist. He was only allied with Creta as long as Creta seemed to have control of the war. Red had assured him that when he was in control, things would be different. There would be no war.

Sergent Dutch rounded the corner and into the alley way as he kept an even pace as he walked towards the hole that Red had created half a block down. He expected the soldiers Red had left behind to be dead. They were pawns nothing more. However whoever this mad doctor was, he was about to find a thorn in his side. And that thorn went by the name Sergent Dutch.

[Lillian White]

Lillian nodded to the doctor as he jumped back to attack more of the soldiers. If they were indeed here to harm her she would have to no longer wait for the nurse and hoped that she would understand why she could no longer wait where she was. She stood up and brushed her travelers robe straight before looking up to see that the doctor had taken out five of the ten men and one of them was gone leaving only five other soldiers.

She did not know what it was that soldiers seemed to have against her, but she was beginning to get the feeling that she should simply try to avoid them in the future so they would not try to take her book or end her life anymore. Still, they seemed to think the doctor was the only threat to them which made dispatching the remaining five all that much simpler. If they were dead, escaping as the doctor indicated she should assist in doing if she could.

A smooth, deft move and her whip was out and three of the soldiers collapsed to the ground in multiple pieces, likely dead before they hit the ground. The cutting power of two atom thick whips was quite impressive, enough so she had no need to use alchemy to kill the soldiers which she thought would be a good idea since her alchemy was quite bright, blinding to those not accustomed to it. Escaping would be simpler if she did not need to that skillset.

The other two soldiers were both just as simple to take out as one of them was more preoccupied with the doctor who was pointing a gun at him and the other wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to the other three that he had no reason to think that she was the cause of the death of his allies. When those two hit the ground she returned her almost ethereal looking whip to beneath her robe and looked to the doctor.

“Now that they are dead we can escape more easily. I do not know which path would be most efficient so I will follow you Doctor.” She would have offered to make a new exit, but again, that seemed counterproductive to escaping so she refrained.

[The Fiend]

The Doc scoffed at the departing figure of the Glacial Water Homunculus, and was about to gun down the remaining mooks, but found that the white haired young lady had beaten him to it. On top of that she had managed to do it with a graphene whip of all things. The slasher smile that constantly adorned Grimmlock's face lessened slightly at the corners of his mouth, so it turned into a slightly less terrifying slasher smirk.

With a flex of his right hand The Doc made the scalpels in his right hand seemingly vanish into thin air, a useful magic trick he had learned so as to keep his weapons easily accessibly and his hands free for those rare times when he didn't want a deadly weapon in one of them. The Doc trotted across the room, work boots going click clack, click clack against the hard aluminum floor, so that he was standing directly in front of Ms. White and also had a direct view outside the giant hole in the wall.

The Doc ran a hand past his slicked back hair and said "You know, for a minute there I thought going out of my way to save you would be a mistake. That I would have to carry your ass through all of this mess because you looked like the rest of those oblivious meatsacks that the politically correct term for is civilian. Needless to say I'm so very HAPPY that I was wrong! The way you took out those five mooks in the blink of an eye well..."

The Doc paused to kiss the shot gun that he had stolen from a dead soldier. "...That was nothing short of MASTERFUL! Do you know what my personal motto is young lady?" He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, breathing in the scent of her. "There is nothing more exciting in this world than completely ruining something that is beautiful. and I can see by the look of you that you understand. Even if you yourself don't quite yet realize WHY you understand."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a walking ad for steroids walking towards the building. Sighing he straitened his back and aimed the automatic shotgun at said monstrosity. "Unfortunately young lady, it seems that insufferable coward has decided to send in his muscle to deal with us. Cute isn't it? So unfortunately We will have to save the flirting for later. So here's the plan, I shoot Macho Man in the chest with this overly sized gun, and then when he's dead or at least incapacitated, we steal the nearest car, and make like a pair of lovestruck bandits being chased outta town by the law. Sound fun?"

With that he fired a round at the approaching Hulk's face. "Cause I know it does to me."

[Red Loki (admin)]

Red had found the commander in the exact situation he expected to find him in. The commander was about to blow up another building. "Hold Commander." Red shouted, authority back in his voice. He really needed to get out of this Amestris uniform. It wouldn't do any good to be shot by his own men.

Commander Zilph was a short man, only five foot four to be exact. He was the best alchemist Creta had to offer with his destruction alchemy. "Sir I was only about to destroy another building." He said with a whine. Zilph was no better then a child when it came to destroying things. He was also a very smart one though.

"What's the update?" Commander Zilph then went ahead and described just what had happened. As they had predicted West City had been unprepared for the attack. The majority of the army stationed here had been busy with evacuating the citizens.

It had made taking the city all but painless. They had lost a good hundred men of the four hundred that had attacked from all sides. Good numbers by Red's standards. With the Cretan government sending troops every week they didn't have to worry about Amestris yet. After all by the end of tomorrow Amestris would be to preoccupied with other matters. The rest of the resistance was focused on the south gate of course, the one leading further into Amestris.

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At the sound of gunfire Sergent Dutch went into action. With the small red stone in his grasp he clapped his hands in front of him. Sergent Dutch did have a very trouble some ability. No one really thought anything about the air everyone breathed. Oxygen was everywhere in the air.

With the small philosophers stone in his hand he was able to transmute enough of the air, just enough to transmute the size of his figure two feet in front of him. A figure of water six inches think appeared ten feet in front of him. It was just what he needed to slow down the bullet long enough for him to dive out of the way. Even so it skimmed the top of his head.

Sergent forced himself off the ground. Red would not be happy if he let these two go. Deciding to go full out, Sergent clapped his hands in front of him, this time using all the power held inside the small red stone. A wave of the water the size of the hospital formed in front of him as it began to crash towards the doctor and the girl. Sergent was left exhausted in its wake.

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[Lillian White]

Lillian found the doctor quite interesting, he was so very unlike the other staff she had encountered at this hospital. She did find his manner of asking a question and then answering it without giving her a chance quite odd though. She assumed that when one asked a question that they did not know the answer.

She didn’t know what was cute about someone sending a large man to kill them as cute, but assumed he caught something she hadn’t noticed and decided to work more on her observational skills later, though part of his next statement did cause her to pause a moment.

“We are flirting?” She understood the term, though in only the most basic of definitions as if being read from a book and wondered whether she had been flirting with anyone else until she saw the man make a block of water using alchemy. Her eyes narrowed watching that as a plethora transmutation circles flashed through her mind that would allow that. She disliked not knowing exactly how something was done.

The man’s next attack irritated her though, she did not know where the man had come up with the energy for that massive of an attack in the manner he had and wanted to know how. Unfortunately, she seemed to be committed to stealing a car and escaping with the doctor. Reacting all but instantly to the attack, she chose the latter of the options she had come up with. While she knew that theoretically, the energy from the casimir should be more than enough for her to reduce the wave to a photonic burst. Testing that theory should be done in a significantly less life threatening manner she decided.

Instead she had all but flung herself to the opening and was drawing a transmutation circle of her own on the ground. Right before the wave reached them she activated it and all but grabbed the doctor to pin him to the ground right next to her by the circle and activated it. It was essentially the same circle as the one on her whip, though it had a broader scope and would create a columnar vacuum. Despite the general actions of a vacuum, her vacuums were designed to create a space that was a vacuum so nothing would enter that area.

Against a wave it should be large enough to act as a split that would act like a wedge force the water away from them not only protecting them from the impact, but likely from even getting more than a slight misting as well. The attack was massive, but not directed and therefore a waste of energy in her mind. Even if it were strong enough to collapse the hospital, by placing the circle in the doorway any debris should be pushed away from them. Sometimes she felt that others didn’t comprehend the physics of situations which was an absurd thought.

[The Fiend]

The Doc swore several times when the shot he fired was drowned by a literal cataclysmic flood. With great disgust he broke the now-empty shotgun in half across his knee. And chalk up another another reason for why I prefer knives to rifles. 99% of the time when dealing with non-civilians, guns have a bad habit of completely missing the target. The fun in warfare died with the invention of gunpowder and everybody knows it.

In his absentminded philosophical pondering, The Mad Doctor didn't really notice, (or have much time to react too) Ms. White deciding to pin him inside the transmutation circle she had drawn by yanking on his shoulder and pinning him to the ground next to her. As a result he nearly lost his balance and fell on his face out of sheer surprise at the force dragging him down, before he managed to regain said balance at the last minute and retain a small shred of dignity. It didn't help that he was 6'6 and decidedly unused to being manhandled. Usually that kind of thing was supposed to be HIS job description.

Exasperated The Doc muttered under his breath. "Been hitting the gym have we?" Before whistling at the void Ms. White had created. "And the books! Color me impressed." With that the flood finally hit the hospital, shaking the foundations of the building to it's core, and the water flowing past the void that Ms. White had created. And the debris not even bothering them in the least, except for a bit of cement dust from the cracks in the wall peppering the Doctor's untarnished white coat. Just as planned it seemed.

The Doc, as usual, had his eyes firmly planted on his newfound prey, Who he had decided to dub "Muscles Mcsteriod" inside his own head until given better alternatives. It seemed to fit. And because of The Doctor's blue tinted goggles, which accentuated colors others than blue really well even if they didn't have an LED afterglow, it wasn't hard for him to notice the bright red electric sparks that were glistening in Muscle's hand.

Now what kind of alchemical transmutation that accentuates power is renowned for an eerie red glow? A stumper for most non-alchemists and maybe those not in the know perhaps , but the Doc was a professional. He nudged Ms. White's shoulder and whispered "It would seem that our new friend really is dumb muscle in more than just the standard application of the term, at least if that Philosopher's Stone in his hand is anything to go by. Hell, Creta in general seems to prefer flash over substance from what I've seen."

The Doc smiled then, for he had just thought of a wonderful plan. Leaning in close he Whispered in his newfound ally's ear so as to not to accidentally alert the enemy, not quite worrying about his line of sight since the darkness and debris concealed THEM quite nicely. "You know Ms. White, I notice that you seem to favor long range tactics, which is good because It provides a nice counterpoint to my own style of things. and I think we can turn that to our mutual advantage."

The Doctor carefully removed the long black glove off of his left hand, revealing the cold metallic hand beneath, appearing like clawlike monstrosities due to the fingers being nothing more than modified retractable syringes loaded with glowing fluid. "I'm thinking that we pull the classic maneuver of faking targets, wherein one of us distracts muscles over there with flashy tactics while the other moves in for the kill."

With a crack of his fingers, The Doc's Pinky extended ever so slightly, revealing that the mechanical syringe was indeed removable. "Now the question I have for you is, which role would you like to play? You distract, while I go for the money shot or would you prefer if I was the one to distract, and you take my little finger here and stab it somewhere uncomfortable on Muscle's anatomy when he ain't looking. Cause I could go either way."

[Red Loki (admin)]

Red shook his head as something sounding like an explosion echoed from a distance. That would be Dutch, no doubt. Sighing aloud Red, he crossed his arms as his mind calculated the many possible actions he might take. "Sergent Dutch is dealing with a problem by West City Hospital. Don't bother sending any other soldiers there. I want the remaining Amestrian forces pushed out of this city. That is first priority. Once they are gone, I want each entry way secured. Where is Ez?"

"I am right here Red." That brought a smile to Red's face. Ez was an average sized man by any one's standards. Standing at six feet with jet black spiked hair and wearing a gray military uniform proudly, he held a long barreled sniper riffle on his shoulder.

Red nodded for Ez to follow him. "I don' t expect the Sergent to make it out of there alive. And if by some means he does I want him dealt with understood." Ez seemed surprised by the answer but would not disobey a direct order. Nodding Ez took off.

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After the attack Sergent Dutch was left exhausted. That attack had taken his own energy as well. He was not a strong alchemist. But thanks to that philosopher's stone he was able to do alchemy much easier. He decided it was time to leave since there was no way they could survive such an attack. Turning around he made to exit the broken hospital.

[Lillian White]

Lillian listened to the doctor and decided that his strategy was sound, though why she knew this she could not tell. “Since you claim to favor attacks that are close ranged, I will allow you to go for whatever this money shot you speak of is. Please do not stare directly into my diversion, I do not know how photonic bursts will affect your vision with your goggles.”

With that her whip uncoiled itself as it was returned to her hand. She chose not to waste any time since the large man seemed to be trying to escape which seemed to go counter to that of the doctor’s plan. She snapped her wrist toward a larger piece of rubble and twisted her wrist as she pulled it back while activating the alchemy on her whip. Right before the large chunk of debris was seemingly chucked effortlessly so it would end up within a few feet of the front of the large man she activated her other alchemy, her alchemy.

Such an action was more than simple while using the casimir from her whip to generate all the energy she required, though this required dialing down the amount of energy so it would not instantly explode in a flash of light. Less energy was required for her goal and she calculated it out so that it would explode just as it would pass the soldier. Between the localized concussion wave of the energy being released and the bright flash she hoped that it would do one of a number of different things ranging from stunning his nervous system enough to cause him to be temporarily stunned to blinding him or some combination of the two.

Either way she figured that the doctor would have no issues doing whatever this money shot was to the man. Unknown to her, since she had never used this part of her abilities in a dark location to the best of her knowledge, the tattoos on her face would begin to glow white after the flash for a while until the captured photonic energy slowly dissipated from the ink. That was assuming she saw the light being emitted from her face bounce off of an object letting her know that she was glowing.

[The Fiend]

The Doc gave a sharp nod to his new comrade as she explained why he shouldn't look directly into the light. "So what your saying is that against the sheer brigtness of your diversion, I will be left a gibbering catatonic reduced to rambling something about My eyezz!! and how the goggles do nozing! if I look directly into your void. Thank you for informing me Ms. White." Doc Grimmlock had said all of this without a hint of irony and even gave a little thumbs up afterward.

And although a small part of his attention span was busy teasing Ms. White, the other other 2/3ds were completely devoted to the keen observation of Muscles Mcsteroid. Who was currently running like a little bitch. Why did that seem to be a running theme with these Creatan mercenaries? How did they ever get the job done if all they ever did was run away every time things got a little sticky? Hell, how did they inspire any sort of loyalty from their own men?

Oh right, free Mortality Plastic Surgery. The Doc thought Guess I answered my own...oooo that endless gaping abyss of photons certainly is lovely, and the glowing face tattoos aren't bad either. And with a smile on his face and joy in his heart, The mad Doc gave a small salute to Ms. White before he took off out of the opening, treading closely on the heels of her burst of energy and soaking in the moonlight, blood, and floodwater. Now was when things were going to start getting exciting.

With a quick flick of his left arm, the machete embedded in his arm unsheathed once again, and The Doc aimed the blade directly between where Muscles' right arm merged with the rest of his massive body. The Doc was careful not to be too close to the photon trail or look directly into it, but once it blinded Muscles that blade would be ready to cut into his overabundance of flesh.

[Red Loki (admin)]

Sergeant Dutch had not anticipated the return of his opponents. He was so sure in his ability that he had not thought that anyone could survive such a massive attack. Of course it had been thanks to that small red stone that such a massive attack was possible.

When the flash came it did more damage then he might have thought. It dulled his senses blinding his sight and rending his hearing mute. Still Dutch reacted like a pro. He was trained to be a sergeant and that rank didn't come for sitting there and doing nothing.

Sergeant Dutch reacted as any alchemist would. Clapping his hands together very well saved his arm from the lunging doctor. This alchemic transmutation was different from the wall of water he had created earlier. Transmuting a wall of water in a circle around him and above him it pushed out in all directions. What was different about this attack was that the water was boiling and over 200 degrees fahrenheit. In addition to this bubbles the size of baseballs bubbled out of the wall at nearby targets spraying water towards them.

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Ez sighed. He didn't understand why Red didn't want Dutch left alive, but he was not about to question his best friend. He was his commander, and he knew better then Ez. Ez found the hospital in the state he expected it to be. The giant wave Dutch had created had all but taken out the side of the hospital.

He entered from the south, the opposite side of where Red and Dutch had entered/ left. With sniper riffle on his shoulder he walked over to where he found a patient standing with a whip in his hands. He did not turn his gun on her. In fact he all but seemed to ignore her.

"I'm not here to hinder you or the doctor in any way. My only orders are to see that one Sergeant Dutch does not make it out of here alive. What you and the doctor do are your business, not mine."

Ez made sure to stay in the shadow of the building. If the patient did choose to attack she would find herself greatly disadvantage. Ez watched from the shadows as Dutch responded to the flash. Shaking his head, Ez sighed aloud. "I hope your right about this Red."

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Red followed the commander to the south point where the majority of the fighting was still going on. Maintaining a safe distance away he watched as his forces combated the retreating rebels. The city was practically his.

[Lillian White]

Lillian smiled at the doctor, she was unsure what he meant by the majority of what he had said and was unsure he knew anything past not looking into the light when it went off. By the sounds of it she assumed that his goggles filtered out excessive light which only made sense, but not many people made all that much sense. He was most definitely an odd person, though she had no clue she was being teased.

She watched the attack closely, studying both the moves of the doctor and the soldier. She was intrigued by how the soldier reacted when it was clear he wasn’t entirely sure of his surroundings, though the man’s attack made no sense to her at all. Water hot enough to boil as the water he created would either turn into steam or cool quickly until it was below boiling point, and motion in the manner it currently had would point toward the cooling path. The speeds required to have enough air friction to change it to steam would have to be quite significant compared to that attack. It would likely do little more to the doctor than minor burns as far as damage was concerned.

She merely nodded to the newcomer who indicated that he had no interest in her or the doctor, her peripheral vision alerted her to the fact he was a soldier of sorts which made her glad. She had earlier wondered whether she would have to be wary of all soldiers, this one indicated he did not care about what she did. “If you have no intent of ending my ability to find another future then I have no qualms with you either. Our current course of action aligns with your own and I need to go assist the doctor so that he may fulfill his word and that I may learn what he meant by much of it. It is nice to meet a soldier who does not find it necessary to try and kill me or take my possessions.”

With that she flicked her whip up and implanted it on what was left of the roof and used it is leverage to fling her body all but straight up as she grabbed one of the dead soldier’s weapons. Right as she lost upward momentum she kicked off of the outside wall and brought the gun up to bear. Like earlier, she came up with a projectile trajectory for the weapon and fired three shots at the soldier before using her whip which was still creating the vacuum to clear a path for her through the wave in case there was something hidden about the attack other than the bubbles. If the doctor was incapacitated by the attack she would be able to engage the soldier to keep him from killing the doctor and if the doctor was otherwise fine she would provide a much more lethal distraction at close range if the soldier was in any condition to fight if the bullets she fired at him had hit. She was unsure of whether water would affect the power of the explosive for each bullet as she fired and did not know whether they would still retain lethal force if they even made it that far. Sniper rifles where the only gun she truly appreciated as they were meant to be very precise. She liked precision in just about any form.

[The Fiend]

To say that that the Psychopomp Alchemist was unafraid of the baseball bubble waterfall melting pot stratagem was an understatement, The ol Mad Doc found them absolutely hilarious in their infinite uselessness and absurdity. Not only was the water unlikely to last long in the atmosphere for very long, and the attack was slow enough to easily be dodged by someone of The Doc's speed, but the plan also had two even more fatal flaws.

The first was that the melting point of carbon steel (of which his arms and machete were mostly made of) was not 200 Degrees Fahrenheit, but rather closer to 2600 F. The second giant flaw in Muscles Mcgoo's plan was that bubbles had a certain known characteristic that children had taken advantage of for centuries. They had this habit of exploding water everywhere when popped, with the notable exception of the general direction of the offending person or object that had caused the bubble to pop. Guess what The Doc's plan was?

With a certain gleam in his eyes the Psychopomp Alchemist wasted no time in using the tip of his machete and the scalpels in his right hand to pop the bubbles around him, laughing with glee as baseball sized waves of water popped from the back towards Muscles, there was a certain sense of satisfaction that the Doc got from hoisting this bastard by his own petard.

The Doc wasn't surprised to find Ms. White already coming to his assistance, and was prepared for it even in his childlike euphoria from making such pretty little bubbles explode violently all over the place.

In fact the minute he cleared his general area of them he jumped/flipped over Muscles, landed on his feet, and immediately flung a scalpel at the back of his neck. A beautiful three way attack from the Doc, His beautiful but deadly new comrade, and the bastards own tiny bubbles.

It just about made the doc want to cry, or at least sing. "Tiny Bubbles, in the wine!!! Make me happy! Make me feel finneeee!!!"

[Red Loki (admin)]

Dutch didn't like the situation. Not one bit. His eye sight was gradually coming back but his vision was blurred and he still couldn't hear anything. He was hindered and with the mad doctor playing bubbles, going around and popping the things, Dutch found himself being hit by his own attack.

Dutch hadn't expected his opponents to be on this level of skill. He had underestimated his opponents greatly. There was only one hope of getting out of here. And that was via escape. Dutch had a plan. A very risky escape plan, but a plan nonetheless.

It was an alchemy technique not like any of his previous abilities. In fact it had nothing to do with water at all. Dutch did not hear the bullet coming from Ms. White's direction. But as he ducked down the moment Ms. White pulled the trigger, the bullet just missed his head grazing his scalp taking off some of it. This stopped his momentum.

However it was not the mad doctor's scalpel that did him in. From behind him, back towards where the doctor and miss white had exited the hospital, came the sound of a sniper riffle being fired. And out of the shadow of the scalpel came the bullet from said sniper riffle bullet went right through his neck the size.

When the bullet hit it snapped the neck causing the head to literally explode off of the body. Sergent Dutch was no more.

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With the job complete Ez placed the sniper riffle on his shoulder once again. It was sad to have to see Sergent Dutch go, but who was Ez to question the will of Red. He just did what he was told. Nothing more and nothing less. However Ez did not turn his back on his opponents. He simply walked over to the shadows and for all who were watching he rested his hand on the shadow wall. A black light sparked from the activation of alchemy and Ez stepped into the shadows disappearing from sight.

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Red watched as the remaining forces were either driven back or killed. They had done it. Creta had made the first strike. However the attack on Amestris was not over yet. There were other agents from other countries in movement. Today was the first spark. Tomorrow would be the death of one Furher. It wouldn't be long before Amestrs began calling its troops together. However by the time that happened, Red would no longer be in this city.