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When; Tuesday 8th August.
Rating; PG-13 or something for Violence?
Characters; Roy Mustang

flameroy, Riza Hawkeye

guardianed, Lust

lustydoom and Kimblee

crimsonhanded
Summary; Lust has demanded a fight with Roy for attempting to kill her back home. The Colonel has got his trusty Lieutenant with him, and Lust - who isn't stupid has other ideas.
Log;

With the laptop shut down, his gloves firmly on his hands, and his uniform jacket on he assumed he was ready. Ready for what? Putting that damned Homunculus back her place of course. He'd worn himself out regaining his composure and alchemic ability and it would not be for nothing. He didn't bother leaving a note for Hughes or Cielo. Instead he pushed open the door and made his way to the bottom of the flight of stairs, his steps speedy, yet paced. He knew the Lieutenant wouldn't be long. She knew the importance of this.

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Riza had been slightly surprised by the suddenness of the Colonel's summons, but it didn't matter.

Her guns had been painstakingly cleaned, reloaded and holstered as soon as she'd gotten home after that last curse. To be honest, there had been no way of knowing the City would magically transport her from her secure bed while she slept, but she still felt a bit silly having to have borrowed a pistol. So all of hers had been cleaned and clipped to her sides.

Four of them.

Riza made it down the stairs in a minimum of time, and strode across to the front doors of the third building, ready to fall in step as soon as her commanding officer left the doors.

He wasn't surprised that the instant he opened the Building door, Hawkeye was already there waiting. He gave her a curt nod, and without pausing to stop walked past her and in the general direction of the Train Station he had arranged to meet Lust at.

"Lieutenant." He said plainly, knowing from years of practice that she would be right behind him, slightly to his left now, and in exact time with his own strides. He cleared his throat and without looking back, addressed her.

"She'll know you're with me."

She'd replied to his nod with a salute, and fallen into step behind him.

Lust would know she was with him, of course she would. "I know." Lust had already figured out she was a loyal officer. Had used that against her the last time they fought. "I'll be fine, Colonel." The assurance left her lips even as she questioned how true they were; Lust had been fairly successful in riling her up before.

But no; she was determined that it would not happen again.

Roy gave a nod that he knew the Lieutenant would have caught. He didn't have the time or the thought to turn and actually engage her in a conversation that required standing still.

He knew she would be fine, of course he hadn't experienced first hand the events of what had happened to Hawkeye and himself when he fought the Homunculus in her version of Amestris, and that probably allowed him to have more confidence than she.

He rounded a corner and inhaled deeply. The Train Station.

The Colonel's silence was fine with her. Hawkeye was watching side alleys for other creatures.

As soon as they rounded the corner, the Lieutenant had her hip's pistol in her hand. A practiced stance, gun pointed straight up, ready to fire- across the Colonel's shoulder if necessary; she'd done it without conscious thought. Lust would be here.

Lust shifted restlessly as she waited for her prize to show up. She'd waited a long time for this. The fact that she'd been able to wait this long was nothing short of miraculous. She flexed her fingers, eager to slice into flesh, when she heard footsteps.

At last. A bloodthirsty grin curled its way into her lips. She was going to enjoy this.

Kimblee had been following them ever since they'd passed through the square, keeping to the back alleys and side streets, catching glimpses of them as he passed between buildings. As they approached the corner to the train station, he picked up his pace.

They disappeared behind the building, and he followed silently.

They stopped, Lust smirked, Riza drew her gun—

Kimblee's hands shot out, snatching up the lieutenant's wrist while the other clamped over her mouth. He jerked backward, back around the corner, ducking away from the upcoming battle between Lust and Roy. He pushed Riza towards another entrance to the Underground, keeping an eye on her hands, on the guns in their holsters.

He narrowed his eyes the minute that he caught sight of Lust ahead of him, but he advanced still. Holding up his hand the moment he eventually did stop, as if to signal for Riza to stop too. He chanced a glance over his left shoulder... and his face fell.

"Lieutenant?" He questioned, with a frown. She had been there, he'd heard her footsteps over his own. Where the hell?

He twisted his head back to Lust, and almost instantly his hand was infront of him, poised.

Lust smirked and charged the colonel without hesitation, fingers shooting out into long, sharp lances and swiping at Mustang's hand to startle him back and immediately aiming a pierce for his left shoulder.

She had seen Kimblee grab the lieutenant and was confident she wouldn't be interrupted by irritating gunfire. Honestly, as far as she was concerned, if a human was stupid enough to make such bold statements about his confidence against a homunculus, they didn't deserve any cover fire.

The instant that he saw Lust come forward like she was spring loaded he leapt into action, although what kind of action that was he couldn't quite charter. His hand moved up and out of the way as he jumped to the side, hissing as her intended pierce to his shoulder resulted in a light slash that cut through the fabric at the very top of his uniform jacket, and in doing so cut his shoulder slightly. He could manage that though.

The momentum allowed him to reach out his hand and click his thumb and forefinger fiercely, directing a wall of flame in the Homunculus' direction as he moved back enough steps to create a manageable distance between them.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He questioned with a shout.

Lust moved away from the flames enough that it did nothing more than scorch her flesh with a wicked grin, ignoring the pain. It would only be momentary. As her charred, black skin curled back to a healthy human appearance, she whipped a lance around and slashed at the colonel's stomach. She wouldn't spill his guts yet, but she'd make it painful.

"She's been detained," Lust sneered as she advanced. "But a big, strong man like you doesn't really need her help, right? You're here to put me in my place, after all."

A short growl escaped him when he felt the sharp point graze his stomach, and instantly his left arm had slid arcoss the area, although he refused to bend, even in the slightest.

He had come to put her in her damned place and he would, but it Hawkeye were... detained. How were either of them supposed to offer protection like this?

"Detained by whom?" He asked, frowning at her and poised to strike if either of her hands so much as made any movement whatsoever.

"Don't make this boring for me, Colonel," Lust purred, stabbing at one of Mustang's thighs and twisting her finger. "You aren't going to cry, are you? You humans really are predictable."

He refused to show pain, he refused to let her have the satisfaction. Instead his wrist flicked out and he clicked his fingers together once, twice, three times.

She would stab him again, somewhere else and he would just have to suppress the pain until he got an answer from her. He had to know what he was dealing with before he ran off. He didn't even know where they'd gone.

"Tell me who took her?"

Lust fell back, but not without making sure she left a nice tear as she ripped her lance from the colonel's leg. She hissed as her flesh sizzled, pulling itself back together over blackened muscle and bone and glared at him with eyes that stood out starkly against her now dark skin.

"Why?" she said as she healed, gradually becoming less gruesome, "So you can run and leave me here? And what do you think you could do against the Crimson Alchemist anyway?"

She struck again, slashing for Mustang's arm. Next would be his eyes.

Shit Kimblee?

He barely had time to think before he realised she had struck again, and this time he clicked his fingers and aimed for the lance and Lust's arm, hoping that perhaps it would halt her attack altogether.

He had no comment for the Homunculus, however he did have a plan. Instantly forged in his mind. He moved away from the attack, and clicked with his right hand.

"And where has he taken her?" He asked, hoping she knew the answer to that question, because he was actually more worried about his Lieutenant than himself at the moment.

Lust sighed and looked at her burned arm, then struck with the other one.

"I don't really care," she said a bit nonchalantly, slashing for his throat.

His reflexes served him well, and he was also glad to learn that Flames has a wonderul effect on the Homunculus' hands.

Flamces engulfed the lance that came towards him as he took a jump back, pleased that he had taken the time to assess him phsyical fitness as well as that of his alchemy.

"I see how it is."

The homunculus narrowed her eyes and lunged forward with a startling burst of speed. As she moved, Lust pierced the colonel's shoulder with her now healed right hand, pinning him to the wall of the train station, and got close enough to him that she could kiss him if she wanted to.

"Do you?" she hissed with a sadistic grin.

He hissed out his pain the instant he felt something sharp pierce through not only his jacket and his shirt but his entire shoulder. What he hated more, was the fact that she had him pinned so close... he didn't want to think about it.

"Yes. I do." He hissed.

His hands lifted to press into each of Lust's shoulders as he forced her back, following the action with swift clicks of his finger and thumb on both hands. He wasn't even sure how many flames he'd released, but the hand attached to his pierced should was beginning to ache incredibly, and dust has risen from the explosions he'd created that caused rubble to shift under Lust's feet.

He was moving back away from her swiftly, clicking his fingers, though with his left hand rather than his right before he turned and fled, back to the place he had been when he's noticed Riza's absense.

He had enough time to break for it, he knew he did, and before he knew it had rounded a corner and was trying to think logically. The train station was near the underground...

Lust let out a shriek as she was forced back by wave after wave of flame. He was giving her no time to recover. Clever of him. She finally staggered and fell to the ground and lay motionless as the colonel made his getaway. As she healed, she lifted her head and grinned morbidly at the fleeing figure.

This was far from over. They would meet again.

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