The Truth Within the Truth: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

[CJ1145]

The Ishvalan's body twitched, desperately attempting to move as it found itself stuck up against the wall. His right leg was dug into the sand, the other in the air and pinned, and his entire torso and right arm were caught under the other pillar. His head was turned to face Leo; his face was in a snarl from the pain rather than any extreme anger.

"S-strange, Alchemist." The monk said with an almost happy grin. "T-that's... exactly the way that I feel about my home."

The monk's face gnarled, and with a twist of his body the pillar holding his arm was broken away. A swift chop from his right hand shattered the pillar that had caught his leg, as well. The Ishvalan needed a second to gather his strength. His right arm was limp, unlikely to be moved unless it was absolutely necessary. His left leg was hurt as well, though it still seemed functional.

"We shall fight for our desires, Alchemist, and we shall see who deserves theirs more."

The monk took a faltering step forward, almost seeming like he would fall down on the spot. But then he took off even faster than he had moved before, making a diving kick towards Leo's legs.

 

[Redryhno]

The Stone looked up from the brick courtyard, seeing the young monk above him, he quickly transmuted the ground underneath him to shoot up from the ground, catching the monk off-balance and flipping him backwards, though he landed on his feet before swiftly climbing the small five foot pillar and reaching the top. Where the Stone waited, with his torso and left arm transmuted with minute spikes.

"Monster, you call me? Maybe, maybe... but I love the first home I ever truly had and I will not give up!" With the finish of his quick exclamation he launched into his first salvo, all deflected by the young monk, though miniscule cuts appeared on his robes and arms.the patience and durability of stone is not something to be trifled with, young one.

The Stone continued his assault, slamming his hands down and creating spikes shooting out of the ground, durable to the untrained eye, but created out of lesser stones, loosely held together. Just as he thought, the young monk leaped over them, attempting to land behind him.The arrogance of youth will be your downfall, young one At the apex of his jump, the Stone grabbed an ankle, charged through the stone spikes, shattering them in his wake, and slammed the young man against the wall as he jumped towards it. As the young man lay stunned against the wall, Kallu trapped him in stone from the wall, covering him from neck to toes.That should keep him confined for the moment, if we get lucky we may get some information out of him

 

[Jedoro]

Worried about the gunmen returning, Elias had hung back from the fistfights, but he also wanted to just watch the Alchemists fight. Spikes and walls came out of the ground, mist seared the faces of enemy soldiers, and the monks seemed well-versed in some kind of martial art. Deciding a vantage point would help, Elias barged into a nearby building shoulder-first, the wooden door not even slowing him down.

He rushed up the stairs to the third floor, but stopped halfway up the last flight and covered his head with his arms when someone began firing at him. The shots tore his sleeves, revealing the steel automail underneath. Lowering his arms, he saw that the assailant was a young woman holding a rifle, trembling too much to reload. Elias set his machine gun on the floor and slowly walked over to her, the shaking being her only movement.

"Do I kill an enemy combatant, like I've been doing for years," he asked, "or let a woman live?" Stopping in front of her, he took her weapon with his left hand while drawing his pistol with his right. "This'll only hurt for a second." Elias fired, grazing the woman's ribcage, then swiftly knocked her out, leaving her to lay face-down in the slowly-forming pool of blood. He dropped the rifle at her side, holstered his pistol, and retrieved his machine gun, getting to the window just in time to see the oldest monk begin to attack Marlin.

 

[nuba km]

Ken watched the fight unfold, the team quickly took care of the ishvalen soldiers with a mix of mostly aggressive tactics, well in some cases it would be hard to call it a a tactic. Ken followed the group as they attacked reserving his strength for when its needed, Then a group of ishvalen monks turned up ken peppered for battle, he knelled down and licked the ground, Ken looked up to see which member of the group would need the most help, while their were several members of his team being attacked by monks he picked the deep blue alchemist as he was being attacked by a much older and most likely more experience monk.

ken place three fingers of his left hand on the ground and then the palm of his right, alchemy sparks flew off ken but no visible effect could be seen, then the earth pulsed as a thin layer of water came out of the earth to cover the ground. Ken forced some of the water stored in the earths rock to the surface in a similar fashion to a person trying to get the last of the tooth past out of the packed. Ken yelled 'Hope this helps', he then sat down on the ground to catch his breath.

 

[TheIronRuler]

Leo witnessed the strength of the Monk as he broke through the earth he tried to encrust him in. Even though he looked like he were about to faint, he somehow pushed his body forward and charged at him. Leo fell back on his left arm and raised his right leg upwards, an edged pillar of rock came out just above his right leg, piercing through the Monk's right leg. He struggled to break free and as he did detach himself from the rock he failed to stand on both of his feet.

"Why didn't you let me walk away, Ishavalian?", Leo asked the injured Monk in a concerned tone.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

James clenched his teeth as the monk charged him. James leveled his gun and fired off his multi-bullets at the monk. The monk site stepped the first bullet, leaned back under the second, and slide under the remaining bullets. James pointed his gun at the monk's head but the monk punched at Jame's arm, knocking it upwards, sending the bullets flying harmlessly into the sky.James back pedaled as fast as he could to get away from the monk. Eight shots left James thought as the monk continued his charge.

James aimed and fired but again the monk knocked his arm to the side, sending the bullets flying to the side.

"Why do you resist Ishaval? Why do yo not want to be part of Ametris? If you would just surrender we can stop this senseless violence. There would be no more need for this all this bloodshed."

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Roland stood at the the corner of the battlefield, admiring the men's handiwork and their formidable skills.

Good to see what I'm up against...

He took out another cigarette and lit it with his sparks. He placed it in between his lips.

It was then that he noticed the water flowing out of the ground, he wasn't going to risk mass friendly fire, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit this one out.
He grabbed a handful of bullets and took out his revolver, before sprinting into the fray.

"Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!"

 

[Redryhno]

After concluding that the young monk was stuck and unable to move in his stone prison, Kallu turned to see the last monk that was able to jump the wall in combat with James.Damn, he's been engaged.

"Ishvalan, stop the fighting! You are surrounded, if you surrender I will let your companion go. If you do not, I will be forced to crush him. We are Amestrians! bloodshed between brothers is not something that should be tolerated.It would be a waste to kill this man now, for both of us."

the Stone readied his hand should the monk come rushing at him, determined that if he or his group's commander were attacked the young monk beside him would at the very least, be paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of his life, with very little chance of recovering even with automail. The Stone recovered the blank look he had when in a fight, the face of a man who has no care whether or not he is forced to kill.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Vlad walked calmly behind a group of six Ishvalen soldiers taking pot shots at the team from an alley. One of them heard his foot steps and spun around, pointing a gun at his face.

"Die State Alchemist!" the dark skinned man yelled.

But before he could pull the trigger, Vlad slapped the gun out of the Ishvalen's hand and pounced on him. The others just watched in horror as the Alchemist bit at their friend's neck like a wild animal. When Vlad came up for air the Ishvalens were standing paralyzed in fear. The blood dripping from his fangs made contact with his tongue and then his mouth glowed. He licked his prey's still bleeding throat anf suddenly blood flew from the man's mouth into the mouths of the others, holding in their throats and drowning them in their countryman's blood.

Well that's a start. Vlad thought while wiping his mouth.

"You disgusting demon!" A voice said from above.

Vlad looked up and saw one of the monks he had seen fighting the rest of the team.

"I wonder what your blood tastes like!" Vlad yelled mockingly.

"Let us find out!" He yelled in return before leaping down towards the Vampire Alchemist.

The Monk struck wildly with his fists and feet, Vlad just barely keeping up even with his close-quarters training. The monk feigned with a left jab and Vlad fell for it, getting caught with a leg sweep. Vlad fell face down in a pool of blood.

"Do you have any last words murderer?" The monk said.

Vlad began to laugh, to which the monk could only shake his head pityingly. The readied himself for the final blow but then the man before him rolled to the side and a gush of blood from the ground knocked the monk off his feet. The thick liquid was in his eyes and noes and mouth and he tried in vain to rub it away.

"Never underestimate a State Alchemist." Vlad said before he bit into the holy man's neck.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Marlin had figured that by staying to the back of the group, he could play a supporting role and avoid being targeted. He was wrong. The monk that stood atop the wall before him gave Marlin chills. It was clear that his experience in combat far eclipsed Marlin's own. In the blink of an eye the monk was gone and the next moment Marlin felt a powerful kick hit him in the back. The impact sent him crashing face first into the wall in front of him. Marlin pulled himself back onto his feet groan, blood streaming from his nose.

He turned to face his opponent, still reeling from the pain of the attack and reached for his jar only to notice it on the ground about halfway between he and the monk. ".... Not good." He muttered, oddly calm. There was no way he was faster than that monk and even so, the jar was empty from his last attack. He would have to get to it, fill it, and then attack and it seemed unlikely the monk would just sit back and let that happen.

As Marlin quickly weighed his options, the ground seemed to move beneath them and water burst forth from it. It puzzled Marlin and though he was tempted to try to find out the source, he reminded himself this wasn't the time. ".... Thank you." He said quietly, though whoever had helped him was unlikely to hear it. Now that there was water, his attack sequence was significantly shortened. Hopefully it would be enough. Marlin dove for the jar and touched the first circle he could get his hands on. It froze the water on the ground and without missing a beat, he quickly touched a different circle that caused the ice to shoot up off the ground sending a volley of ice shards towards the monk from all sides.

 

[Viking Incognito]

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[CJ1145]

As Leo stared down his bleeding and battered opponent, the monk shuddered in a grotesque fashion as he dragged himself to his feet. He took deep, slow breaths; even in the throes of battle he would not lose the calm he had been taught. His eyes were beginning to haze. Death would enfold him soon.

"L-let you... walk away?" he asked, a bit of a growl in his faint voice. "I'll answer you that, if you can answer me... why one of your comrades couldn't do the same for l-little... girl..."

He took two steps forward, even now refusing to lay down and die. But Leo didn't need to act; a metallic noise from behind signaled two knives tossed through the air, embedded in the Ishvalan's back.

The monk toppled, the call of his god at last too strong to resist. He hit the ground with a face of complete peace, in the knowledge of his fate in the afterlife. From behind the corner an Amestrian soldier peered out, his disheveled black hair and stubble adding age to a youthful face, minus his sharp, eyes behind thin frames.

"Sir!" The soldier said, running over to check if Leo needed assistance. "Are you all right? I heard shouting and a lot of moving stone, so I came as fast as I was able!"

[hr]

The older of the monk brothers continued his assault on the Projecting Alchemist with no mercy, attacking while the dog of the military attempted to reason with him. The Ishvalan threw an open-palmed strike with his right hand, slamming into Projecting's shoulder and lurching him back. The monk followed with a brutal front kick, knocking the Alchemist to the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath; the wound that Victor had given him kept him from fighting at full strength.

This would be over by now if I was at my peak. he thought to himself. He lifted James up by the collar, glaring at the State Alchemist as he finally gave his response.

"Amestris? Why would we want to be part of a nation who slaughters our children and calls it 'justice'? To tell the truth, I find it odd that you can stand being part of such a regime."

The monk tossed Projecting to the ground. "Get up." he commanded. He took a moment to swivel on the spot and turn to Roland and give him a jab to the jaw and bowl the charging Alchemist over before turning back to James. "If subjugating my people is so important to you, stand up and kill me, if you can."

"Ishvalan, stop the fighting! You are surrounded, if you surrender I will let your companion go. If you do not, I will be forced to crush him. We are Amestrians! bloodshed between brothers is not something that should be tolerated.It would be a waste to kill this man now, for both of us."

The monk turned, his eyes wide with fear. He saw that the words the Alchemist spoke were true, his younger brother caught in the alchemical trap. His stance softened, his knees appeared ready to buckle. At last, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head.

"BROTHER!" the younger one shouted. "What are you doing?! Forget about me, our people need you!"

"NO, THEY DON'T!" he shouted back. "Our people are doomed, brother. The dogs of the military will hunt us until none are left. All we can do is use our lives to save as many others as we can. And that is what I am going to do."

He turned to the Stone Alchemist. "Please, I will surrender. Just promise me that no harm will come to my brother."

[hr]

As Vlad feasted, footsteps could be heard in the alley behind him. A gasp of sheer horror alerted the Alchemist that someone was watching. He looked up from his prey to see another monk staring at him. But this one looked different, somehow. A strength in his eyes that the others lacked. This was a determined man, and one that was freshly filled with rage.

"You... abomination." he said with disgust. "You tell our people that Alchemy is science, advancement. Tell me, beast, what advancement are you making here?"

Before Vlad could answer, the monk was off, dashing at speeds faster than the Vampire Alchemist thought a human could go.

An open-palmed strike to Vampire's gut forcibly ejected the blood in his mouth and sent the Alchemist hurtling down the alleyway, coming to a dusty landing.

[hr]

The eldest monk saw the flurry of ice shards coming in, and though he made no verbal reaction Martin could tell he definitely didn't see it coming. The man, likely around 40, spun in all directions. His body was a flailing typhoon of limbs catching and deflecting the shards of ice. Even so, lucky shots got through. His robes were torn nearly to shreds, and over a dozen cuts and grazes were visible along his exposed flesh. One shard caught his cheek and tore away a bit of flesh. The monk audibly grunted and felt the wound. He nodded to no one in particular and made a new approach.

He sprung to the right and grabbed hold of the rifle the unconscious Victor had dropped and flung it as a projectile directly for Deep Blue. Trusting that this would distract him, the monk tore through the sand at a sprint and took to the air with a jumping side kick aimed for the State Alchemist's face.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

James slowly struggled to his feet after the monk's vicious attack, groaning as he got up.

"I can stand it because it stands for order. For a peace that shall come on the blood of the many. Our hands are stained with blood so the future can live in peace and freedom. They most die so those who are to come may live in peace. This is the law of equivalent exchange which exists throughout the world." James made his way to where the monk knelt on the ground. He grabbed the monk by the back of his shirt and pulled him up.

"Your life, for your brother's. The law of equivalent exchange once again shows its face," James turned the monk around and placed the tip of his gun to the monk's forehead. "Know that you die for the future." James pulled the trigger, not activating the alchemy in his gun, sending a single bullet through the monk's skull. The monk's body seemed to fall in slow motion. James face, unreadable, turned to face Kallu.

"Good job, Stone. We will have sent back to the base camp for questioning. He might be able to provide information on the Ishvalan's camps and hideouts. Along with any strategies they might have."

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Roland heard a noise coming from an alleyway, Pesky rebels, time to die
He rushed over, gun in hand. As he turned the corner, he was greeted by blood-covered Vlad being thrown against the wall next to him.

Roland turned his head to meet the gaze of the aggressor, he was a well-built giant of a man, with eyes that had he had seen before; they were the kind that had been rendered cold by the sight of the atrocities around him.

"I see you caught my colleague in the middle of a snack", he said whilst pointing the gun at the attacker's head.

"Be a good boy and surrender, and maybe I'll kill you quickly"

 

[Redryhno]

"Please, I will surrender. Just promise me that no harm will come to my brother."

Kallu answered the Ishvalan on his knees, "I promise you that I will do everything I am able to, to keep him alive."

James turned the monk around and placed the tip of his gun to the monk's forehead. "Know that you die for the future." James pulled the trigger, not activating the alchemy in his gun, sending a single bullet through the monk's skull. The monk's body seemed to fall in slow motion.

"I figured that as well, Projectile. However, we made a promise to his...brother that we would let this one go. I have no intention of breaking that promise if it can be kept in any way. And I was hoping that we would not have to kill this man as well. When we bring Ishvala back into the fold, every death caused will do nothing but throw our two people farther apart. Also, there are two more Ishvalan soldiers a few blocks back in a stone sphere, we should take them as well." Kallu sighed and shook his head once at the body of the monk before turning away.

Kallu turned to the monk trapped in the wall, noting the tears of anger in his eyes,"Your brother died for you to live, don't dishonor his sacrifice and memory by doing something stupid, kid," Kallu said as he transmuted the stone away from the monk's body, leaving his legs and wrists trapped in the stone.

"Does anyone have anything we can use to bind this man's limbs?"

Spoiler: OOC

If I missed anything or anyone still in a fight in my area, Sorry 'bout that.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Vlad coughed, a bit of blood coming out, and stood up. He was going to dust himself off but then he saw that the blood on his front hand been turned into a dark red mud at this point so he simply took his coat and shirt off. His bare chest still dripped with a bit of blood and there was already an ache around the place where he had been struck.

Vlad wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then touched his fingers to his tongue. As he pulled them away, a red alchemic light shone from his mouth and his fingernails became 2 inch long claws. He stepped forward and stood beside Roland.

"You hurt?" Roland asked.

"Not badly." Vlad responded. "I have an idea, just keep up." he said.

Vlad crouched down and the monk charged. Roland fired but the man began rebounding off the walls to avoid the bullets.

By the time the monk had rebounded twice, Vlad had drawn a transmutation circle in the large puddle of blood at his feet. He slammed his hands down in it and the iron from the blood began separating from the blood cells and forming a long thin wire heading for the monk. In transit to the opposite wall the wire snagged his ankle and pulled him to the ground.

"Fry him! Use the wire!" Vlad yelled to his electrically charged comrade.

 

[CJ1145]

The younger brother of the monks went limp. Only the stone bracelets around his wrists kept him from falling flat to the ground, tears streaming from his face. He didn't make any response to the Stone Alchemist's meager attempts to console him. All he could do was weep.

[hr]

"Fry him! Use the wire!"

The monk's eyes widened as he began to comprehend what was about to happen. Whatever the means, that wire would be his death if he didn't remove it. The Ishvalan struggled to his feet, only to fall over into the slick blood pool he found himself trapped in. He gritted his teeth and flailed his arms as he dragged his body forward. As soon as he found purchase on more compact dirt, he made a great heave forward and twisted his leg around. The composition of the village's buildings was of a weak stone mixed partially with mud, and it had little strength to hold an object like a thin metal wire. The iron slipped between the stone fragments and gave the monk his freedom.

But even as he scrambled to his feet, he realized he had moved too late. The other Alchemist had gotten ahold of the wire before he could escape.

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Not one to hesitate, Roland placed his palms over the wire, there was a flash of blue light and then electricity surged through the wire towards the monk.
The monk doubled over in pain and his body muscles began to contract and spasm.

However after the brief surge, he remained upright, his hair singed and his will still resolute. He was still able to make a conscious effort and he tore the wire from his ankle.

"You're a resilient bastard aren't you..."

 

[CJ1145]

The Ishvalan stared down the Lightning Alchemist. The anger in his eyes was clear as he twirled the iron wire around his arm, preparing for what Roland did not know. Then, he took off at a sprint. Directly for the Alchemists. He threw the wire like a whip, the metal cleaving a small gash in the side of Vampire's face. The monk then tossed aside the wire and dove for the floor, bowling over Vlad from the legs as he threw a kick straight up into Roland's face.

 

[JokerboyJordan]

The kick connected to Roland's face, the force lifted him of his feet and he found himself face-first in the dirt.

Roland recovered quickly, he rose to his feet and proceeded to go straight for the monk.

His punches were sluggish compared to the Ishvalan's reflexes, his head managing to bob and weave out of his fist's ways. Roland saw something out of the corner of his eye, his revolver.
As Vlad rose to his feet, Roland saw an opening in the monks guard. He gave a vicious jab to the Ishvalan's diaphragm, knocking his wind out. He then used his alchemy to create a bright spark within his palm, blinding the monk.

Roland made a mad dash to his gun, grabbing it just in time as Vlad was covering the other direction.