MISSION: Attack on Armory..BRIGGS REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!

The night was deathly quiet. It was odd because this was the sight of a large battle not that long ago. It was a day that everyone would remember indeed. It was a day that made headlines all across Amestris. It was the day the Drachman army pushed to take an armory just a mile away from Briggs. A lone man stood on the horizon, searchlights streaming the snow. This man was but a figure. And to top it off he was an alchemist. He adorned casual clothes and nothing more. He had no helmet, no uniform, no cape. His black hair seemed to glisten a bit like the snow under the search lights. As they passed only inches in front of him.

He looked, his eyes darting back and forth, at the building. The air was chilled and would put goosebumps on most people but then again this man was not most people. Hell, no one knew his name or even his real identity. Instead they saw a casual man standing there, that is they did see him after he stepping in to the search light. The alarms raised and bullets started to fly towards him. He simply snapped his fingers and a large barrier went up. It stopped the bullets and he watched them fall to the snow. Their heat causing steam to raise in to the air.

He smiled devilishly as he started to slowly walk towards the building. Bullets continued to fly and the man was simply walking casually with his hands in his pockets. The search lights all focused on him and he reached several yards from the north side of the building. Then, the man let out a bellow that pierced over the gunfire and into the night behind him.

"And so it begins...."

His words were devilish at best and then the man simply took his hand from his pocket and snapped once before replacing it to his pocket. From there he slowly walked towards the wall of the north side as it crumbled with out warning or cause. A few men were already dead from that alone and the bullets ceased when that wall crashed down. Contiuing to walk forward as the bullets started up again the man said one last thing as the rebel army flew by him so that all, even the amestris military heard, the way he spoke it, left even the hell hounds afraid to rise from their cower.

"LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE. DO NOT RETURN UNLESS YOU ARE COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF THE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And so the attack began.....

Reila slammed her heel into the tile floor, forming a dent in her wake. She glared into the distance through the clear night and beyond to the collapsed wall. There went the defense... She was at least thankful she wasn't called out in a blizzard... Placing her hands on her sharp hips, she prepared to give orders to all those in the room ready for battle. "The defense has fallen, that means it's our turn." She smirked before she continued, pacing in front of the large tempered glass window. "Dai, you already know your orders; show those clowns real battle tactics. I want you to command them. Now, you!" She pointed to a man she had specifically called in and glanced at a piece of paper on the table she had set down earlier. "Liam Nakamora, help Dai, but if it gets too dangerous out there, fall back immediately." She skimmed through the remaining people and let her hands drop from her hips. She was done being the menacing Brigadier General. "Koko, go wild." She winked at him with a secret smile. She may not know exactly all he was capable of, but she had a good guess, and was more than willing to put her trust in him. "Xan, accompany me to the battlefield. I'll head straight to the front lines and meet you there. We have to make up for those defense idiots who didn't even know how to combat a single alchemist." At least they weren't Briggs men, she was sure if it had been Jay and Kenton, that wall would not have fallen.

With no warning, Reila's hand clutched the microphone on the table near to where she stood before them, and shouted into it with a clear voice. "Turn up the damn lights. Yes, I don't care if it gives them an advantage. We need to see. Yes, the spot lights. Now!" She let the microphone drop back down. The control room seemed to be in chaos, but those lights had better... A blast of light glared down from above, brightening the battle field. Perfect. Satisfied, she turned to the door, took the stairs instead of the elevator, and threw open the heavy entrance of the four story armory into the recess of night. The smell of war was in the air, and blood was sure to be spilled. She unsheathed her sword, leaving the empty sheath hooked to her navy blue military uniformed skirt. He sharp golden eyes were trained ahead into the distance and she took off, sprinting to join the non-Briggs defense militants as they failed to fend off the outnumbered rebels.


[Spen, I'm leaving your guy out of the orders since I'm not sure of your plans of disguise. I'll leave that to ya. <3]

'Course Zaska didn't twitch as he paved a path through the thick snow to stand at Lucifer's side. His dark gray eyes gleamed as he flexed and unflexed his fists, the long blades of his Bugnuk sliding from the heavy glove. All those militants--and ready to die for Amestris? He snorted, shaking raven black bangs from his face as the longer strands behind him thrashed in the night's wind out from beneath his large red hat. There was no moon...and it made the battle field dark. "Ne, 'cifer, see you in the armory." He ran two fingers down his forehead to his nose and threw them out in a mock salute as if to say 'so long.'

He proceeded to take his time stepping over dead bodies littered in the debris of the defense gate. Once he got through, the sight of humans slaughtering humans assailed him. It was not pleasant, but he found himself smirking as their blood stained the pure snow beneath them. A heart-wrenching sight that only added wind to his flame. Zaska felt the cool wire slither against his fingertips, before it sprung out to grip the neck of an amateur alchemist nearby that was trying to draw magic in the the snow. He suffocated as the strong metal dug into his neck and split his skin open. Beads of blood poured from the horizontal gash as if Zaska had decided to turn on a faucet. The only difference was that blood was thicker. He let the wire fall slack and yanked it from the dead body of a failed alchemist that had been among the armory defense force. Turning at inhuman speeds, his four-bladed claw gave a militant an unfortunate end; his face was frayed into ribbons and he also breathed his last breath. Flicking blood off the smooth metal, he caught sight of another alchemist that seemed to be trying to plot Zaska's fate for some time. Zaska wasn't a huge fan of killing normal militants like the last, seeing as most of them were simply mislead, but an alchemist knew--they knew what they were doing. They were using an art that should never be--one that went against human nature, allowing them to play god over others. As the alchemist fiddled with a metal stick in the snow, Zaska was already in front of her. He lifted his leg relatively slowly before launching his black boot into her face. She fell back into the snow with a bewildered look. Zaska, smirked, pristine white fangs gleaming in the over lights that were now blasting by this time. The drastic lighting change didn't sway him at all, but many of the others amongst the chaos--even fellow rebels--had to shield their slow, human pupils. How's this for light?! Zaska thrust metal wires with unnatural speed at the fallen female alchemist, and in the same moment they burst into flames seemingly by magic or alchemy... Zaska laughed, no, just science. As the wire entangled her, it set her clothes on fire, licking at her skin. She screamed of course, and Zaska hated it. He looked away, pulling his wire back and leaving her to burn to death. In the corner of his eye, he saw her frantically rolling in the snow. Any normal fire would have gone out, but snow, water, hardly ceased it's burning. A pile of ashes colored the wind of RIOTE's victory. Zaska smirked.

The red-headed Alchemist smirked and saluted once he had received the Brig Gen's orders. It was time. If they had been better prepared... He shrugged it off, and turned on his heel, following the woman out the door, but moving up the stairs. He had this defense prepared for a while now, and he was glad that he was able to try out a few of these ideas. He reached the roof of the armoury, and looked left and right. They were in place. All of his snipers. A good fifteen men, their weapons and ammuntion slightly modified. He turned around, making sure that this Nakamora guy was behind him, and grinned. It was good to have a scientist up here with him - even if the guy was older than he was.

Heh. It's time. He looked towards the soldiers, their plastic rifles glinting in the just-activated light. He looked over the battlefield, and shouted out commands to the men.

"Soldiers! Take aim," The men along the roof held up their rifles, pointing them at the rebel scum. "Fire at will!" Daigoro shouted, and the soldiers began to fire their weapons at the rebels. He grinned. The incendiary rounds that he had developed would explode on impact. But he had to make the weapons out of plastic to stop them from overheating, that was the only problem. Hopefully, it'd cause problems for the rebels. But he had more up his sleeve, and he'd implement that soon. With a wave of his trenchcoat, he turned to go back down the stairs.

"The moment they begin to return fire, take cover, and move to designated RV 2. From there, take up the ammunition and fire upon them. Hopefully it'll scare them into believing that they've been flanked. Understand?"

/"SIR!"/ was the unanimous reply from the soldiers lining the rooftop. Daigoro grinned. This was going to be an interesting battle of strategy...

Liam heard the sound of gunshots, and looked over at Reila issue her commands, after she had finished giving her orders Liam saluted Reila. Liam quickly secured his sidearm grabbed a pair of smoke grenades and sword, a rifle and mags, and followed the man called Dai up the stairs. Once he reached the roof he was greeted by the sharp glare of spotlights casting eerie shadows over the 15 or so snipers posted here, it was then he noticed that the rifles were all plastic, a rather unusual construction.

As he heard Dai issue his orders it was clear that a second attack was at least considered, and planned for with surprising efficiency. "So Dai, are you the one who commissioned these synthetic rifles? I must say that is a rather unique choice, how did you compensate for the extreme pressure exerted on the frames when fired? Or have you replaced the propellant with compressed air?" Liam almost forgot he was in battle for a few seconds, as he followed Dai he realized he may have been a little to forward. "My apologies to batter you with questions when we haven't been properly introduced, my name is Warrant Officer Liam Nakamora."

[[POST ORDER:: Adolf, Reila, Zaska, Daigoro, Nakamora, Xanthus, Kokoro, Adokenai, Amethyst, JD/Envy || You can ignore the others until they've made their entrance, so if JD joins for example, you can run while skipping the others until they join, etc]]

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks staring at a gun fallen beside him. 'plastic? How odd for them to us-' his thoughts stopped as he then heard a shot erupt from the first gun to fire these deadly rounds. Lucifer spoke rather softly with a chuckle and a soft sigh as he snapped his fingers.

"Incendiary rounds. How amusing."

As the rounds got close to the now reinforced blanket of gravity they did not explode. However they did something that was rather odd and twisted. The blanket of gravity twisted their trajectory and sent them back at the militants faster than they were fired. Lucifer then gently snapped his fingers and a was walking again. As he reached the wall and a part that was still intact , he simply started to walk up the wall. He leisurely walked up the side of the wall. After reaching the top he laid eyes on two officers of Briggs. He immediately recognized them as Dai and Nakamura. Saying and doing nothing he simply snapped his fingers and walked away. That snap caused a low, almost inaudible due to the gun fire, hum radiate the air. The cause of the hum was an invisible bubble of gravity forming that was ten feet in diameter. He simply jumped down from the wall and continued to walk towards the cashes of ammo he was heading to. As he walked slowly to his destination he lifted his right wrist and placed it towards his mouth and spoke.

"Berith, we are going with plan C. I will take care of everything, just keep them occupied. I feel the presence of some good alchemists here. Take care old friend."

After that he lowered his wrist to his pocket and continued his walk. Looking around he noticed most of the solders were focused on the army outside trying to get in and not this one man who was already in. There was a problem with most of these men. They seemed a bit stupid as they paid no attention to the man but then again he was hard to see and they were simply puppets to him. Around one solder a barrier formed, invisible, and then he turned on his fellow solders and started firing. This was of course due to the work of Lucifer but then again it would cause some up roar and the way the military mind works, they would start to question each others words and loyalty. All of this seemed to fall perfectly in to place. But he was counting on fighting and finding one person. The one person who would be the most entertaining to him. He was counting on finding Brigadier General Reila Tsukino. She would no doubt try and stop his night time stroll to the cashes of ammo, but he wasn't entirely sure. It seemed almost too readable really.

Reila watched as a leading officer of the defense troop in her vicinity awkwardly turned to face his own men as if by magic. Somehow it seemed the air around him became entrapped in an alchemy-induced bubble. Her sharp eyes narrowed and she bit her lip, studying the cause of it in the seconds before the man began to pull the trigger. Was it...gravity manipulation? That took a lot of skill, seeing as gravity is difficult to simulate. She could almost see the streams of alchemy forming in the air, weighing the poor man's finger down further and further just about to make the weapon react and kill one of his own defense team soldiers. She knew she couldn't have that confusion, even if they were an idiotic force. Squinting at the barely visible streams, she tightened her grip on her tachi and sliced seemingly once, but after images of her silver blade suggested it was three times. The man instantly fell to his knees and dropped the gun, the bubble dissipating as the specific flow of alchemy was disrupted. She heaved a sigh of relief; Reila really hadn't wanted to kill him. Now... She turned from the man and dashed from the battle, looking off towards the building she had recently emerged from. A man was entering through the door and without a security card? She blinked, and sprinted toward him. He was no doubt the man who controlled that gravity. She already knew this was going to be hard, which is why she decided to go herself. Briefly, she wondered where Xan had gone, but she had faith he would take care of things without her help. She flicked her sword at the wind, and held it at her side as she too entered the building.

"Too bad you didn't get further than the entrance. I'm sure those army defense idiots North HQ sent wouldn't have noticed. But let me give you some advice: never underestimate a Brigg's soldier." And with that, she swung her sword from where she stood straight down at him, though it was clear the sword would not reach him. A slight crackling noise shimmered through the distance between them and soon a sheen of ice covered the blade of her sword. Pieces of the air froze in small particles the human eye could hardly see. Mini icicles as sharp as razors, yet smaller flew out from her cut and straight at him from where he stood.

Zaska heard some electrical noise begin in his ear piece and blinked in surprise. He had almost forgotten it's existence. He pressed it closer to his ear to pick up what 'Cifer was trying to say to him. The audio was unusually loud and clear for how far away the two of them were from each other and Zaska let the pressure fall from his ear to avoid going deaf. He smirked with pleasure after hearing his words and pressed a button on a hidden gadget under his bloodstained glove. "Such a boring job. I liked plan B better." He laughed slightly and stretched an arm into the air, ignoring the chaos and bloodshed ensuing around him. "Aight though, I'll take care of everything over here." Just then it appeared the other rebels who were supposedly on his side began getting confused; they were shouting about being flanked. That would not be pleasant. He cursed and sliced through a victim in front of him, their blood spraying through the air and onto those in the area. His sight no longer impeded with a breathing body, he looked around the battlefield with cold, gray eyes. It did not appear that they were being flanked. Zaska shrugged, stepping around the Incendiary rounds' results. 'Cifer would take care of it, and then he could take a shower and wash this scum's blood from his skin. Berith, also known as Zaska, flicked his claws at his sides with a cackle, drops of blood leaking into the pure snow. As ordered--or more accurately--as requested by a friend, it was time to 'keep them occupied.' They certainly would be occupied with dying.

Daigoro turned and smiled softly to Nakamora's question, putting a hand up and tapping his temple with his index finger.

"Now, now. I don't give away my secrets - that easily..." He replied, before turning to the scream of one of his men. The soldier fell back from his position and began to burn. Flames licked his body, and Daigoro realised it. He turned to the man standing nearby and shouted.

"DUCK!" Daigoro pushed Nakamora over, and the rest of his snipers hit the deck as well, just in time for the specially modified incendiary rounds to collide with the wall behind them, small explosions rocking the stonework of the armoury. Ragged breaths coming from his mouth, Daigoro slowly stood back up, shakily. He stared over the damage. Good, there was only one casualty. He grimaced. How did they do it?

Can they manipulate magnetism like me? Couldn't do... The only ones that can besides me I taught myself and they - He looked towards the soldiers lining the wall, are all there. He sighed, and thought for a couple of seconds. Should he send them to point B? He nodded to himself. It was his best bet.

"You know the drill, men. Take up arms at Point B." He turned to move down the stairs again, making each step careful. He needed to get onto the battlefield, and as he left the armoury, picked up a few of the steel rods that he kept handy in an 'umbrella holder', and pushed open the door to the battlefield. He didn't care if this Liam guy was following him. He needed to defend the armoury.

A solder came running at him, and Daigoro simply stabbed the rod into the man's chest, impaling his heart. The redhead pulled the staff out of his chest, and began to scan the battlefeld. Where was the guy who was leading the assualt? He spotted a group of soldiers sticking together, and grinned. He gripped the rod, and flicked the fingers on his left hand about 10 times, and forced the electrons into the steel, before flinging it into the middle of the group. A shout rang out from the soldiers, who turned towards him, laughing at how he missed.

Too late. Daigoro thought to himself, as the instability of the metallic structure the Daigoro had caused suddenly ripped apart the steel rod, causing it to explode like a shrapnel grenade. The men fell over, injured but not dead. Daigoro didn't care, much. He had to find the leader.

Liam barely had time to think about what Dai had said, when Dai yelled for him to duck. As Liam hit the deck the incendiary rounds hit the wall above him raining down small pieces from the wall behind him. Those rounds were turned against the snipers almost instantaneously that had to be alchemy, it had to be either some kind of gravity manipulation or magnetism, the speed at which the rounds were returned to the senders, and the fact that a couple of walls had been taken down without any apparent explosive seemed to suggested that it was gravity. He mulled over that idea in his head as he followed Dai through the armory watching as Dai retrieved what appeared to be multiple steel rods and followed him outside. he brought his rifle to his shoulder as the enemy combatant proceeded to charge then impale himself against Dai's weapon, he watched as Dai appeared to charge up the rod and then project it at a group of combatants it exploded in the center of the group putting all of them out of commission.

So he's an alchemist who controls magnetism, as Liam was thinking to himself, he realized one of the men downed by the shrapnel, was reaching for his sidearm, Liam looked the enemy in the eye and brought his rifle to his shoulder and fired, the round ripped through the man's torso killing him instantly. Liam paused, his mind racing, he had never killed a man before this he sat there staring into the dull eyes of the man he had just killed, he didn't let it bother him for too long and looked over at Dai "I think I know how those rifles you designed operate, I'm not sure about the specifics but the rounds are propelled by magnetism right? So who ever deflected those bullets has to be manipulating the gravitational field around him, I would say that a alchemist with that kind of power is probably the leader of this assault, of course I may be wrong." Good keep thinking about the situation around you, there will be plenty of time to think of what I did now is not the time, Liam reflected to himself.

Major Xanthus Icarus, the Infinity Alchemist, walked through the carnage of the battlefield with an expression that was as cold as the ice that was falling around him. The Infinity Alchemist was wearing his arctic gear; trench coat, gloves, thick shirt, pants suitable for the extreme cold, boots, and shades, all in white. It gave him the appearance of a ghost wandering the battlefield.

He had only recently returned to Briggs after passing his State Alchemist Exams; with flying colors, or so he was told.

The Ishvallan had shocked the senior military staff when he revealed the fact that he was no longer going to practice water alchemy, instead switching to a blend of Amestrian alchemy and Xingese alkahestry that he’d been slowly studying for more than ten years. He had altered his tattoos as necessary, and had perfected long range weaponry as was appropriate for his long range techniques.

After the exam had ended and Xan had been formally declared a State Alchemist and given his new title, he had promised to become worthy of such a heavy title, and returned to Briggs to continue his training and research into more power. It was after a few days had passed that Xan now found himself involved in a battle between the Briggs troops and a band of Rebels.

He looked forward to testing out his new skills in combat. His double bladed sword was being held in his right hand, and was cutting down any man foolish enough to get in his way. His new silver pocket watch was gleaming with whatever light it could catch, sending blazing streaks of red, gold, white, and silver into the air, and attracting several opponents, who rushed to their deaths like moths to a flame. The carnage had begun after the Brigadier General had told Xan to go to the front lines. He had rushed back to his quarters to retrieve his sword, then had taken the stairs down to where the fighting was taking place. Unable to find Reila, Xan had opted to give himself a new mission, as was his only choice and right as the second in command at Briggs. He would normally have had a small army of troops following him, but he had opted to command them to reinforce units that were struggling.

Xanthus was searching for whomever was second in command of this rebel force, so that he could challenge him to battle, and test his own might against what he hoped would be a worthy opponent. It was only a coincidental advantage that the lack of a second in command would throw the rebel army into chaos. (The Ishvalan figured that Reila would be looking for the Leader of the rebel forces, so he’s looking for the second leader. Basically a tactical move.) It was not long before Xan spotted a man who seemed to be cutting down Briggs troops with as much ease as he was cutting down rebel troops. Figuring that the man was either the second in command, or someone just as strong, Major Xanthus Icarus, the Infinity Alchemist, second in command at Briggs, began to walk slowly toward Zaska, who was (as Xan guessed) the second in command of the rebels.

Kokoro was surprised by the sudden ferocious attack of the rebel, but that didn't stop him from reacting as one came towards him. He ducked under the blade of the first rebel to attack him, instead of breaking away Kokoro smashed his elbow the sharpest bone in the human body full force into the rebel's chest crushing his chest inwards. Kokoro was far from being above the average strength of a human while he was but a mere chimera he was a chimera that continued to get stronger as he always trained pushing his body beyond it's limits. As another rebel came towards him Kokoro sighed lightly as he moved at a speed that only a chimera could, disappearing before the rebel's eyes who could not comprehend what had just happened. The last thing the rebel saw was a spray of blood coming out the side of his neck before he fell to the ground dead, Kokoro had used those terrible claws of his to rip open the man's external and internal jugular vein.

He looked to Reila as she told him to go wild, he nodded "Yes General Reila orders received" he said in that calm melodic tone of his. He tilted his neck to each side until he heard a cracking noise he needed to loosen up so he could go wild, he began to sway his body back and forth slowly. And suddenly even before the trained eyes of the alchemists and other fighters he vanished only to appear a few feet away slamming the palm of his hand into the throat of a rebel crushing his larynx. This one would die painfully Kokoro told himself as he disappeared again, there was no special power to Kokoro's sudden disappearance's. He was merely using the momentum of his swaying to throw himself forward increasing his already impressive speed, while it wasn't a special ability it was a unique idea that only a chimera could grab a hold of thanks to the strength they possessed.

He grabbed a rebel by the back of their head and slammed it into a wall, so far every one of these people had been killed in one shot. This wasn't an insane killing spree it was a merciful one Kokoro may strike without mercy but he didn't draw the pain out for his victims he never liked harming others even when ordered to. He sighed as two more rebels attacked him with blades, he brought both his hands up and using just his wrists smashed the fingers of the rebels making them let go of their blades suddenly. Before the rebels could begin to panic and fear him, he jumped up and slammed the bottom of his heel into the skull of the first crushing it inwards. For the other he disappeared in mid air by kicking off a wall and appeared behind him, he grabbed the rebel's neck and twisted it violently to the side a sickening noise could be heard as his neck broke.

Violence Kokoro thought to himself never solved anything, these humans so foolishy killing one another when they are the same even if they do not see it. He watched as a military soldier was stabbed by a rebel and in turn the soldier stabbed the rebel, they died connected to each other by their blades it was an ugly death Kokoro thought to himself. The smell of blood and ash hung in the air it was disgusting Kokoro thought to himself, how could he be such a monster taking the lives of those weaker then himself. It went against everything his late master had told him, but then he remembered his master was dead maybe those rules are what got him killed he thought. But he shook the thought away no a monster had killed his master not some rules that he didn't obey, it was about now that a rebel decided to interuppt his thinking. How idiotic of him the rebel never stood a chance as an angry Kokoro locked eyes with him, His normal kind appearance was warped as his upper lip curled back revealing his fang like teeth. His eyes weren't cold like usual they were violent and dangerous like that of an animal when they are trapped in a corner.

He leaped at the rebel and tackled him to the ground without a second thought he bit at the throat ripping it out with his teeth. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he spit the bits of meat out of his mouth, his mouth and chin were covered in blood now it slowly dripped from his chin. This was no longer a semi human Kokoro this Kokoro had become an animal intent on killing everyone who stood in the way of his orders he had truly gone wild.

{{Sorry for the delay ladies and gentleman}}

The movements of the troops were almost playing right into the hands of Lucifer. All his planning and working seemed to be perfectly executed. Almost as if the army were his puppets and making a large show to distract everyone from the true objectives. He smiled and started to laugh a bit demonically as Reila appeared and stopped not only the man who was about to attack his own troops but fired off icicle particles at Lucifer. The laugh went demonic and even would cause the real and true lucifer to cower in fear. As the icicles reached a few inches from him they suddenly ricocheted in different directions. He simply kept walking and spoke in a voice that even Reila could head.

"Brigadier general Reila Tsukino. It's nice to meet you. However, I'm bit busy so if you wouldn't mind coming back in oh say.....an hour when this place goes up in flames then maybe we can talk. Or would you like to duke it out while I'm setting the charges. I can do that as well Miss Tsukino."

His voice ceased abruptly as he reached the entrance to the cashes. He simply kicked the door once. A few moments later the door burst forth killing a few solders as it flew. his lips curled to a smile and he entered the building. Reaching the first place to set he started to fiddle with a small device. it was the size of a small radio and in it contained a shit load of gravity material and an alchemy circle of his own deign in it. Bullet prof and highly durable it would stand the test of time even. But that would be until it exploded. He was able to set three more before anything could happen. He was ready to fight her however, he was always at the ready and for now, none of her attacks would go through unless they would help him.

Oblivious to everyone around her, Reila's golden eyes were deadlocked with the leader of the rebellion. Her tachi glimmered as she changed her stance and lunged at him where he stood. It was because her calm snapped that her fighting spirit thrashed at the bars and broke free, taking over her calculating mind and igniting her recklessness. She cared about nothing else but defeating this man--then she could put an end to all this meaningless slaughter. This man didn't deserve her words, not like they were anything special, but speaking to him would solve nothing and only waste time as more people were killed outside. As he spoke, Reila thought he sounded more like a cackling fool than a devil. She found it hilarious and worked hard to keep herself from snickering. Her sword yearned for his blood to spill and twitched with anticipation as it grew nearer to slicing his torso in half. Then instead of being a leader, he would merely be a tattered human body like the rest of the dead. Long strawberry blond hair sprayed out behind her as she darted at the man, cascading through the air. She used an after image to distract him, the ghost of her blade meeting with his neck while she ducked to the ground and swiped silver at his chest.

Zaska pulled his claws out of a limp body and spun around to decapitate another living one. Vaguely, he noticed a chimera across the battle field that was wrecking the same havoc he was except on the opposing side. The chupacabra hissed, baring fangs at the creature so alike himself. His need to kill it rose above all else, but it was nearly impossible to slip out of the fray he had gotten himself involved with. Vaguely, he noticed an alchemist moving closer and closer to him. With a smirk, Zaska flexed the blades of his Bugnuk and tore through another human's face that blocked his view. That's right, he wanted all of them to flock to him so they could meet their needed death. Occupying the North Head Quarter's defense force was much easier than he had expected. His killing spree had made him a target and magnet for all that would had gotten in RIOTE's way of victory. Invisible silver wire leaked from his fingertips and flew with godlike speed at the white-haired alchemist, igniting with flames that burst from his gloves and spiraled through the cold night air, hoping to wrap around the man's neck and bring the darkness.

Daigoro... probably wasn't the first to hear it, but he was one of the first to react. It was actually quite loud, considering the door into the main section of the armoury happened to be 10-inch thick steel. He grimaced, and turned towards the large building. He should be the one to go and check it out, after all, he happened to be in charge of the ammunition and weapons that belonged to this Fort - if anything, he had to destroy it. If he couldn't save it, he had to get rid of the evidence. Any scrap of his technology being recovered meant that it could be reverse-engineered, and therefore used by anybody. It could be released to the world, and Daigoro didn't need that. He shouted, and used the rod that was in his right hand, swinging it around to one of the soldiers, crushing in the side of his head with the strengthened steel.

A couple of minutes later, and Daigoro had reached the large building. He watched the man standing in the door, and he sighed. It appeared that the Brig Gen had already reached him, but what was that sound? It sounded like... what? Daigoro had to see... He ran towards the building, avoiding the man and Reila. He needed to get onto the roof, and then he saw it - a ladder. Daigoro swung himself onto the steel ladder, and jumped onto the roof. He walked over to the center of the armoury, right to the air-conditioning duct. He grimaced, ripped it off it's place, before throwing it off the roof, and hitting a random enemy soldier in the face.

He looked into the duct. He'd only just fit... unless... He clicked the fingers on his gloved right hand ten times, building up static, and then using Alchemy to push electrons into the steel rod in his right hand. The rod became unstable, and Daigoro threw it down into the duct, causing it to explode and create a couple of large dents within the metal. There - now he'd fit. He smiled, and jumped into the duct, smashing his way through the weakened metal and landing the the centre room, hidden from Reila and the man who appeared to be RIOTE's leader. He moved quietly, and looked out the door into the main room, and saw them. There were four of them, it appeared.

He moved as quietly as he could, managing to pick up three of them, but the fourth seemed to be out of his range. If he went to pick it up, he'd have to move along the line of sight of the man that stood before him. Then Reila attacked, and Daigoro simply marveled at the beauty and power that she exerted in that one attack. No wonder she ran Briggs. Daigoro smirked, before skipping around Reila and picking up the fourth device...

The red-headed Alchemist smirked, and ran outside with them, looking for a metal box, something he could hold them in. He looked around, and found it, smirking. He knelt down, and piled them into the box, closing it tight. He needed to get rid of them. But how? Maybe Nakamora would have an idea. But where was he? Daigoro looked around the battlefield, confused.

Liam's heart was pounding, the adrenaline rush was an entirely unexpected feeling for Liam this being his first time in combat. Liam had even forgotten how cold it was for the first time since he had come up hear, nothing compared to being shot at without being hit. He adjusted his glasses glad that he had covered the exposed metal with leather, popped up from cover shouldering his rifle, and putt three rounds in a approaching combatant. He had no idea where Dai had went but he had pressed on taking up cover behind a few sandbags with a couple of privates trying to help cover some of the soldiers and alchemists further out, he had managed to get a large amount of soldiers to return to firing positions at a proper firing distance from the enemy. There was no need to charge them as it appeared that the enemy specialized in close quarters combat, why rush an enemy swordsman when you can put a few holes in him from fifty yards away? He fired at a couple more enemy combatants hitting one in the torso he watched the man go down, weird watching a man get shot didn't really look anything like the movies, instead of a person being blown back it was almost as if you could see there soul leaving their body. Such things were far to morbid for a man like him to be musing about, "WHERE IN THE HELL IS DAI!" Liam exclaimed.

These men needed someone to lead them who had actually trained along side them, plus he had no way of knowing what was going on. He could see a man with white hair approaching another man who appeared to be wielding a flame thrower although it was hard to tell at this distance, and what appeared to be some sort of half animal half human hybrid wreaking havoc among the enemy troops. He wondered where the man with the alchemy to reflect bullets had gone to, and Brigadier General Riela. Liam ejected his last magazine realizing he was out of ammunition for his rifle, he set it down drawing his pistol switching of the safety and made a break for the armory, bullets zipped by him as he made his way stopping behind a piece of fallen masonry noticing Dai holding a box not to far from him he cautiously waved hoping to get his attention.

Xanthus Icarus saw the man that he was walking toward smirk, then apparently aim something at him. His first instinct was to duck out of the way, so he did just that. At the same time, one of the rebels was aiming a downward slash at the alchemist.

Without giving it another thought, Xan turned his duck into a spin and ended up behind his attacker (the rebel, not Zaska). Before the man could even register the fact that Xan was no longer in front of him, the alchemist's blade was sticking out from his chest, having gone through his back.

However, this was not the reason for his death. For as Xan was stabbing the man, wires had been wrapping around his neck. Xan had only a few seconds with which to stare at the wires, before a flame that was traveling across the wires reached the man's neck, setting him on fire.

With a curious look, Xan took his sword out of the man's back and looked around the man toward Zaska. Sure enough, the flames were coming from him. Alchemy? Maybe it was, or perhaps he had a particular weapon that produced the effect.

'Well, I'm not letting that happen to me.'

Using the blood of the now flaming corpse next to him, Xan wrote a transmutation circle on the icy ground. Within seconds, five eight foot tall golems made of ice, dirt, rock, and snow were ready and willing to follow Xan's orders.

Each golem looked like a larger version of Xan, made completely of ice, and with claws instead of hands. Other than their claws, they had no weapons, unless one were to count the fact that their kicks could easily break bones. Pointing at Zaska, Xan roared the word 'Attack!'

Wordlessly, the golems began to run toward Zaska, while Xan used more of the dead man's blood to make another transmutation circle...