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[July 12] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Heat of Battle
Title: Heat of Battle
Day/Theme: July 12, 2012 "Sometimes you hear the bullets"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar
Rating: PG
If their orders hadn't been made clear enough, the soldiers weren't always sure what to do when they found him.
When they had orders, they could not be faulted for how they followed them. When they didn't, some didn't school their faces enough to hide that they were afraid.
Scar hadn't been afraid for a long time. Not of being shot, at least. The years of turmoil in Ishval had hardened him to that. He had seen - felt- worse than being shot.
"Destroy the enemies of Ishval," echoed like a mantra in his mind. He would do whatever he needed to continue to achieve that goal- this included staying alive as long as was necessary (until the last - or after the death of his own personal grinning demon- that would be the only compromise).
When the shots flew wide, he rarely even heard the bullets.
…The hissing of heated metal, on the hand-
"Specter of the civil war!" The door flung open under the boot of Dario Ventura, wild as an angry badger, steaming hot hammer in hand. The White Heat Alchemist. "The Smith."
The bullets were suddenly very near and loud.
Day/Theme: July 12, 2012 "Sometimes you hear the bullets"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Scar
Rating: PG
If their orders hadn't been made clear enough, the soldiers weren't always sure what to do when they found him.
When they had orders, they could not be faulted for how they followed them. When they didn't, some didn't school their faces enough to hide that they were afraid.
Scar hadn't been afraid for a long time. Not of being shot, at least. The years of turmoil in Ishval had hardened him to that. He had seen - felt- worse than being shot.
"Destroy the enemies of Ishval," echoed like a mantra in his mind. He would do whatever he needed to continue to achieve that goal- this included staying alive as long as was necessary (until the last - or after the death of his own personal grinning demon- that would be the only compromise).
When the shots flew wide, he rarely even heard the bullets.
…The hissing of heated metal, on the hand-
"Specter of the civil war!" The door flung open under the boot of Dario Ventura, wild as an angry badger, steaming hot hammer in hand. The White Heat Alchemist. "The Smith."
The bullets were suddenly very near and loud.