Ed was still fuming with frustration over the Monopoly game - the evil mind that had devised the mortgage concept deserved to be dragged into the street and mauled to death by chimera - when he stepped out of the convenience store carrying a twelve-pack of soda. No more of this two-liter bottle crap. It was too liable to spill when things got tense - stupid Al and his stupid Boardwalk with the stupid hotels on it - and that led to late-night 7/11 escapades in this crazy city. Which never ended well
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Greed did his utmost best to keep Envy at bay; but, well. When someone can transform their arms into sledgehammers, a little has to give somewhere. After taking a well-placed uppercut, the Ultimate Shield found himself flying backwards, arms windmilling in the air before his back met the front of some passer-by's unfortunately placed car, the force of his descending arc completely trashing the thing as he slammed into it, denting it inwards all the way to the back seat.
After the decidedly bizarre encounter with the wolf, Ed dove back into the crowd, still searching for Al. He was beginning to worry. If Al hadn't gone home and was staying off Ed's little-brother-radar, it could mean only so many things. None of the options were particularly pleasant, not to mention the fight behind him seemed only to be growing worse. Distantly, he noted a loud wham and a faint rushing sound. That seemed to be getting closer
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There were only so many ways a man could respond to something sharp and decidedly life-threatening being shoved into their vision; Greed blinked tiredly, shaking his head to dispel the blackness clawing at his eyes before he felt the distinct metal-against-stone sound that his last, and final encounter with Edward Elric had imprinted across all of his mind. It was a fairly...disconcerting to come back to consciousness to, all told.
"...Get that piece of junk outta my face, Smelric." Greed half-barked, violet eyes narrowing to slits. "I mean, if ya hadn't noticed--" With a grunt, Greed disentangled himself from the mess of engine parts and upholstery that used to be...whatever it was he had landed on. "--I ain't got time for whatever problem you're bringin' my way right now."
He was already trying to push his way past the shorter blonde once he got to his feet. At least nothing was broken.
Ed gladly withdrew the automail. Facing the Ultimate Shield was almost getting less of a reminder of the first life he took, thanks to spars with Ling. But with this Greed...
He ground his teeth together. Well, hell, what choice did he have? Greed had died and is alive, and Ed had died at least twice and is alive, so by that twisted logic he imagines them about even. Not like he could afford to drop his guard.
"The problem I'm bringing you?" Ed spat, throwing an arm out to stop Greed from getting past him. He then gestured jerkily to the utter, utter chaos of Times Square - wrecked buildings, cars, fleeing and terrified crowds milling about as a freakin' wolf started cultivating its own forest habitat, and where Al was still missing with Envy on the loose. "Are you fucking drunk? This is because of you and that palmtree-headed sociopath having a pissing contest in the middle of the city!"
Greed rolled his eyes in the littlest alchemist's face. "That," Greed said, pointing a finger Envy as he massacred the people who weren't quick enough to get away from him. "Is the definition of my problem. Get the fuck outta my way."
He didn't have time for this. If the Fullmetal wanted a fight he could get the hell in line and wait for it.
Ed followed Greed's gesture. And saw the carnage Envy took such spiteful joy in, and he stilled grimly, aghast.
Swallowing his diatribe, his anger focused inward. He'd let his panic over his brother distract him to this point, and forgotten just who he was dealing with. And his hatred channeled his anger. Filtered it through an adrenaline magnifying glass, and left him with a dense, white-hot core of determined fury.
Envy had to be stopped.
Convenient that Ed already had a score to settle.
Then he turned back to Greed with a harsh look. There was no point in wasting time arguing about it when they had Envy to contend with. "And you already made your problem, my problem. So I'm gonna kick Envy's ass."
He turned to sprint towards the other homunculus, who seemed to have paused his rampage. Ed grimaced. "And then I'm gonna kick yours."
Yeah. Like he'd ever let that particular event happen in this, or any other world. Greed followed Edward as the shorter teenager made his way to their -- he couldn't say combined problem, because Envy was his nuisance to take care of, but. But.
"That's all well an fuckin' nice, Pipsqueak, but you're not gettin' my meaning when I say that Envy is my goddamn problem." Greed reached out to try and grab a hold of Edward's shoulder, trying to force the Alchemist to keep still so that they could talk. "You ain't taking that from me. Not now and not ever."
Ignoring Greed - who lived up to his name even when it came to enemies, christ -Ed kept right on walking, rolling his eyes. Right. Like he was just going to shrug his shoulders, wish Greed luck, and go home. Like he was going to let the two of them duke it out, maiming, murdering, and terrorizing anyone who crossed their path.
Ed had three words to say to that, "Fuck that shit."
He was so highly strung by this point that Greed's hand on his shoulder triggered a reflex he'd learned from experience: Hit first and ask questions later. He whirled out of Greed's reach and struck out with his automail, the blade singing as it cut through the air towards Greed's side.
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"...Get that piece of junk outta my face, Smelric." Greed half-barked, violet eyes narrowing to slits. "I mean, if ya hadn't noticed--" With a grunt, Greed disentangled himself from the mess of engine parts and upholstery that used to be...whatever it was he had landed on. "--I ain't got time for whatever problem you're bringin' my way right now."
He was already trying to push his way past the shorter blonde once he got to his feet. At least nothing was broken.
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He ground his teeth together. Well, hell, what choice did he have? Greed had died and is alive, and Ed had died at least twice and is alive, so by that twisted logic he imagines them about even. Not like he could afford to drop his guard.
"The problem I'm bringing you?" Ed spat, throwing an arm out to stop Greed from getting past him. He then gestured jerkily to the utter, utter chaos of Times Square - wrecked buildings, cars, fleeing and terrified crowds milling about as a freakin' wolf started cultivating its own forest habitat, and where Al was still missing with Envy on the loose. "Are you fucking drunk? This is because of you and that palmtree-headed sociopath having a pissing contest in the middle of the city!"
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He didn't have time for this. If the Fullmetal wanted a fight he could get the hell in line and wait for it.
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Swallowing his diatribe, his anger focused inward. He'd let his panic over his brother distract him to this point, and forgotten just who he was dealing with. And his hatred channeled his anger. Filtered it through an adrenaline magnifying glass, and left him with a dense, white-hot core of determined fury.
Envy had to be stopped.
Convenient that Ed already had a score to settle.
Then he turned back to Greed with a harsh look. There was no point in wasting time arguing about it when they had Envy to contend with. "And you already made your problem, my problem. So I'm gonna kick Envy's ass."
He turned to sprint towards the other homunculus, who seemed to have paused his rampage. Ed grimaced. "And then I'm gonna kick yours."
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"That's all well an fuckin' nice, Pipsqueak, but you're not gettin' my meaning when I say that Envy is my goddamn problem." Greed reached out to try and grab a hold of Edward's shoulder, trying to force the Alchemist to keep still so that they could talk. "You ain't taking that from me. Not now and not ever."
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Ed had three words to say to that, "Fuck that shit."
He was so highly strung by this point that Greed's hand on his shoulder triggered a reflex he'd learned from experience: Hit first and ask questions later. He whirled out of Greed's reach and struck out with his automail, the blade singing as it cut through the air towards Greed's side.
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