""The Fuhrer... " sputtered Roland as he rose. "You know too much, too much vital information, too many secrets. You are a liability. You must be brought back to assess what you have leaked"
Amaud processed this for a moment. "Is that so?" he asked with a little smirk. "Well I'll give him that, he's right. I do know a lot of secrets." He popped his knuckles and stretched himself out, getting ready for round two.
"And I bet the Fuhrer never--rrgh--told you what exactly those secrets were, right? Just following orders like a good dog? Maybe you'd like to--SHIT!"
A sextet of bullets came from his right. By a stroke of luck the new enemy didn't seem to know about his automail leg, and the first few bullets struck it, the others missing entirely. Hotblooded didn't waste a second of time, transmuting the entire side of the building into a giant wall to shield him from any further ranged attacks coming that direction. He turned back to face the others, spear in hand.
It was only right then when he realized the extremely powerful weapon that the other Lieutenant Colonel present held. His eyes went wide with shock, and he ducked under the first few rounds. He rolled to his right as the bullets followed him, running up to the wall he had made and going a few steps up before flipping off of it. Though showy, this cost him, as a single bullet pierced his left arm. "ARGH!" he bit down on his tongue to stop the scream and countered with another transmutation on the floor. The roof itself mutated around James, forming a tight cage. In its confines, there wasn't quite enough room to properly aim and shoot his rifle.
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Amaud had barely stood before he found Lieutenant Anton charging him head-on. His knife and claws were in a dual-strike stance. "How's about I finish cutting your ragged hands up and we can all have a nice lil' chat after you ain't able to clap so good? HOW DOES THAT SOUND!? HUH, OLD MAN?"
Something snapped in Amaud's eyes. Before anyone had the time to warn their comrade, the loose-tongued fool was already in range of the appropriately-titled Hotblooded Alchemist. With a single downward strike, his spear pierced straight through a slit in the workings of his de-clawed automail arm. Wilson went down with it, and felt the back of his head get slammed by a punch from Amaud.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING OLD?!"
Hotblooded practically crashed his palms against each other and slammed them into the ground, screaming all the while.
"OH, I'M JUST SOME DAMNED OLD GEEZER WHO CAN'T MOVE FROM ARTHRITIS, RIGHT?! WELL CAN AN OLD MAN DO THIS, HUH?!?"
A massive stone column rose straight out from the rooftop, bringing Anton with it all the way up until it was nearly 30 feet over the rest of them. A precarious height to be sure. Amaud glared up at his foe, technically unharmed but trapped save for a stone-transmuting alchemist. "How about you just stay up there for a while?!"
Amaud finally turned back to the others, his expression fuming with slowly suppressed rage. "Does anyone else want to try me, or can we have a little chat first?"
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As Leo charged into the dank alleyway, he caught sight of one of the cloaked figures. Though he couldn't make out their sex or details, they appeared to be fairly small, and were indeed wrapped in an olive green cloak that hid them from view. They were currently crouched against a wall, hastily scribbling a circle with chalk to create an escape route. It looked like they'd barely begun, however. This was almost too easy.
