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               “ Lieutenant Hawkeye at your service, sir.”  Riza’s hand raised into a salute before       putting it down as a form of a greeting to her superior. A small smile gracing on her face        before it contorted back to it’s usual stoic demeanor. 

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      one more down. he feels SICK. 

maes breathes heavily, putting down the rifle. his hands are shaking. he has a WILL to SURVIVE -- but he’d be a liar if he said this wasn’t killing him inside. he takes the momentary reprieve when he hears danger not too far away from him. he grabs the rifle and hurries toward the noise -- where he sees MAJOR ARMSTRONG, the STRONG ARM ALCHEMIST, doubled over. a bloodied, crumbled wall is behind him. 

is armstrong hurt? no. it doesn’t look like it from here. . . but he WILL BE if he doesn’t move. even through dirty glasses, maes can see the ishavalan creeping up on the alchemist. he doesn’t know if armstrong notices, and he doesn’t have time to reload his rifle --

        a KNIFE lands in between the eyes of the would-be attacker. maes freezes in position as he watches the man go down not too far away from the major. he breathes heavily, eyes wide. it’s harder to be THIS CLOSE to the action. to really see the death before him. his lips press into a thin line, and he turns to armstrong, brows furrowed. “major, if you’re not hurt, i need you to GET UP.” he doesn’t mean to sound so cold, but he has to be strong. he has to SURVIVE.