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[Princess Noshwash]

Damn weather!
Stupid rain!
Whose bright idea was it for rain to be so damn wet?!

The last thought might have been irrational, though for someone being chased by a mass murderer, Mustang believed he had the right to think whatever he damn-well pleased.

Scar was close behind Mustang, and using his alchemy to try and finish off said State Alchemist. Each attack was getting closer to Mustang, who was being forced to jump, dive and gambol whenever he wasn't running like hell. The rain that was beating down upon them both wasn't helping either; not only was it making running away even more difficult but it also meant that he was unable to use his alchemy. Again he cursed his luck. His breath was beginning to get ragged and he would only be able to last a few more minutes on the adrenaline that further fuelled him to run than the body would usually allow. He could hear the taunts of the Ishbalan close behind, insisting upon bestowing Ishbala's wrath upon the man, yet Roy hadn't the breath or the opportunity to retort.

He turned, having no idea where he was running, just trying to escape the man. Bad move. The turn which Roy had taken led him into the depths of an alley way which was getting darker and deeper yet the end was bricked up. He stopped running when he noticed this and cursed once more before looking back to the direction he'd just come from, seeing Scar stood right in his path if he wanted any chance at escaping.

[LilyVanVamp]

Lieutenant Havoc had been trying to follow the colonel since he saw the flashes of Scar's alchemy appear, but he had lost sight of them. Major Armstrong had accompanied him, although neither of them had any idea where the Ishbalan and the colonel had gone. That was, until the lieutenant tripped into a ditch in the pavement that Scar had created. A whole chain of them led down the street. The major ran on ahead, and eventually the lieutenant stumbled to his feet and followed.

[Princess Noshwash]

Mustang continued imprecating his misfortune, his mind frantically scrambling for ways in which he could get out of the situation, though the only method he could think of thus far was to stall the man.
"Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang: do you have any last words?" the bespectacled man questioned.
Mustang gritted his teeth. "So, is this what you plan on doing: taking out every state alchemist until there aren't any left? What about when they recruit more? Or what about the more innocent ones who didn't even participate in the Ishbal Rebellion?" Roy fired the questions, hoping Scar would take long enough for him to concoct a plan.

[LilyVanVamp]

The trail of pot holes didn't seem to be anywhere near its end. "Huh!? Major, stop!!" Havoc and Armstrong both ground to a halt. "Why did we stop?" The leuitenant raised a finger to his lips and shushed him.((I doubt I spelt that right.)) In the distance, Scar's voice could be heard breaking the silence. Havoc and Armstrong glanced each other and began creeping towards the voice. Well, the major wasn't being all that quiet but he was doing his best to avoid attracting attention. He knew all too well that as he was also an alchemist, Scar would not think twice about killing him if they were found out.

[Princess Noshwash]

"No State Alchemist is innocent; they all join the military with the same powers they exploit to destroy the lives of others in the name of the State. That is why I dislike State Alchemists."
"But not all of us are like that!" Roy countered. He was still trying to plan ways to escape, but each idea ended up with his insides splattered up against one of the three surrounding walls.

[LilyVanVamp]

Havoc and Armstrong had reached the corner of the alleyway and could hear everything the two alchemists were saying now. Havoc poked his head around the wall and stared down into the darkness to see the colonel looking incredibly wet and flustered.

[Princess Noshwash]

"...Oh, merciful god," Scar began after a moment of silence. Roy knew his time was running fast out but he had no ideas what he could do. Maybe he was going to die here. Maybe he did deserve to die for his 'crimes' during the Ishbalan Rebellion. Maybe Scar was Divine Retribution. Suddenly, Roy stopped thinking about ways to escape and instead began preparing himself for his death, having given up on the idea of escaping.

[LilyVanVamp]

The major jumped out from around the corner (now with his shirt off) and slammed his fist into the ground, causing the stone beneath the entire alleyway to crumble.

[Princess Noshwash]

Scar managed to jump out of the way just in time to avoid losing his footing, jumping backwards to a sturdier piece of the ground. The Colonel, however, wasn't as lucky and lost his footing as he tried to avoid the collapsing ground, falling to his hands and knees.
"Strong Arm Alchemist, Alex Louis Armstrong. Have you come for Ishbala to pass judgement upon you, too?"

[LilyVanVamp]

A drop of sweat slipped down the major's face but he managed to keep from flinching and maintained a serious face. Havoc frolicked about behind Armstrong trying to think up some way of getting the three of them away, when he felt the touch of a familiar hand on his shoulder. Lieutenant Hawkeye stood sternly behind him with a pistol in each hand. She barged past Havoc and Armstrong and began firing at Scar rapidly and violently.

[Princess Noshwash]

Still recovering from Major Armstrong's attack, Scar couldn't quite evade the onslaught of bullets that were fired in his direction, one scraping his left arm.
"Foolish soldiers; stand aside and I won't have to annihilate you. State Alchemists are the only ones whom I wish to exact revenge upon, though I won't hesitate if you persist in interfering," stated the man before placing his right hand on the brick wall of one of the buildings they were between, sending an alchemic charge coursing through which in turn caused some of the bricks to tumble, threatening to fall upon the trio who had come to Mustang's rescue.

[LilyVanVamp]

Armstrong turned away from Scar and pulled Havoc and Hawkeye towards him and shielded them, leaving himself completely open and unprotected. Hawkeye managed to slip her right arm out of his grip and took a carefully aimed shot at Scar which made a clean hit.

[Princess Noshwash]

Scar hissed in pain as the bullet penetrated his right shoulder. Even in such a situation, he saw he wasn't going to be able to take on the three soldiers (and Mustang, though he didn't pose much of a threat at that moment). He snarled as he crouched and touched his right hand to the ground, destroying the ground below him and escaping through the sewers.

"Damn it!" Mustang cursed as he got to his feet again. "Don't follow after him."