The Appearance of Justice

[Guest]

Chal stood atop a tall pillar that was probably once a chimney, dressed as Justice. So this is what remains of Central... Damn whoever is responsible, or lead me to them so I can damn them myself. He lifted his mask up and spat off the pillar, the saliva hitting the floor quietly. Chal looked up at the moon in the sky thoughtfully for a few long moments then turned his eyes back to the city, searching for anyone who thought they could take advantage of the chaos. It wasn't what he wanted to be doing, he wanted to go after the bigger fish, but you always have to start of small. Soon, he believed, people who had committed wrongs would fear him and it would scare people away from doing them themselves. That was what he wanted, that was his plan.

He spotted a man running away with a woman's bag in his hands, soon followed by another man who look like he was shouting at him. How cliche... Well I guess it's time for Justice to make his first appearance! ...However cliche that first appearance is... 'Justice' jumped off the pillar and onto the broken roof of a house, then ran after the man with the bag. He ran at incredible speeds, his powerful heart fueling each step with twice as much energy as it needed. He jumped from building to building, getting closer and closer ever second. Soon he was just above him, his eyes peering down at the thief. Justice then jumped off the building and landed just in front of them man, on one knee with his hand on the floor to soften the fall slightly.

The man stopped and looked at Justice with confusing, wondering who this hooded person was and why he had just jumped off a building to land in front of him. Justice stood up, his arms at his side and his cloak blowing with the wind. "Who-" "I am Justice, white and pure as snow... Prepare for my judgment!" He ran forward, jumped into the air and pushed his right leg out in an attempt to kick the man. The man was shocked at first, but managed to move out of the way of the kick and turn around to try and punch Justice. Justice landed and turned, jumping out of the way of the punch, then lunged forward with a strong punch before the man could pull his own fist back. It connected with the man's stomach, causing him to double over. Justice kicked him onto his back and spat on his face. "Remember my name and tell it to all your criminal scum friends. Tell them that the good people now have a hero, and that his name is Justice!"

Justice heard a man running behind him and turned around to see the man that had been chasing the thief, slowing down and panting. "Hello, I managed to stop the thief. He's just there, on the floor." "Thank you, but I can't repay you. Who are you anyways?"" "My name is Justice, and I believe you can repay me. All you have to do is help people, that is all the payment I need. The knowledge that you will help others. Can you do that for me?" "I will try." "Thank you. Now I must be off." Justice turned around quickly, sending his cloak into the air dramatically, and walked towards an alleyway. "Tell others about me, tell them that I will travel Amestris in order to bring Justice where there is little." When he was out of sight, Justice climbed up a wall in the alleyway using bricks that were sticking out. When he had reached the top he ran along the side of buildings, searching for anywhere he could help.

[Guest]

And so went along another crime filled day in Central City. At least in the segments that were in fact intact. Which were the pockets of it thus far. Indeed it wouldn't be that much. But henceforth it was more than ever Security forces are required around to ensure the refugees don't get out of hand. With much of organization thrown out of the window, anarchy would've been rampant had it not been for those that have done their job most... vigorously tenacious.

In desperate times require desperate measures from a not-so-desperate man. The titular Security Officer Stuka. Shortened to SOS. But never called SISSY. That'd just be plain darn right rude.

It was the fragrance of chaos, the after effect embers of war itself. A certain man wearing a Security Officer's high ranking uniform smiled at the prospect of being able to issue out martial law and to be judge, jury, and executioner all at once.

In front of him, at an alleyway opposite of the one "Justice" was at, was Nikolaus himself. Shining a white grin. It was remote from the incident of a robbery that took place.

In front of Nikolaus were rows of people on their knees, a child, an old woman, an elderly man, and a teenager. They were gagged by their mouths, their hands tied behind their backs as they were clearly squirming. Tears streaming down their soggy and baby butt soft faces respectively. Blindfolded too.

A gloved hand held the muzzle of the SMG pressed at the back of the young boy child's head as he whimpered. Nikolaus had the two other Security Officers watch for this soon to be execution take place.

"WHORES! LOOK. LOOK! Oh wait, you cannot, silly me. But as you can see... metaphorically, look at the bright side... metaphorically. Your ENTIRE family is going together to Hell, per se. I call that a great package, at least you won't be lonely." Starts up Nikolaus in his speech, "Your existence here is but an unneeded waste, profligate scumbags. Parasites of society. Your lives are forfeit, and you know what? I. Will. Enjoy. Every. Lovely. Second. Of. It. Taking out the trash is a job resorted to cleaners of society such as myself, and I profess in being a damn fucking fine one at that. Hehehehe~"

His nostrils flared up, the Officer looked up at the skies, inhaling the fine air of Amestris herself. It was Father's creation. He has every rights to enjoy the fruits of what he is to inherit. It shall be a glorious day indeed. Capital punishment is indeed glorious. His job is to ensure security, and by any means necessary, it would be delivered.

[Guest]

Chalybs didn't like Central, from what he'd seen of it. Perhaps it was better before, but now it was just a crime-ridden den filled with those needing punishment that he was willing to give them. But Chalybs knew that those needing punishment didn't just come in he form of criminals... No, in this imperfect world there was those who pretended to be the helpers of the people... The military. The military was filled with killers, those who had committed the worst wrong in his eyes, and every one of them who had killed, which was most of them, deserved punishment...

This was especially true for the madman Justice was about to meet.

The first sign was the calling out. The horrific screeches of a madman as he terrified innocent people. Justice had just picked it up as he was running away from the thief whom he had just stopped. He stopped momentarily, processing what he had just heard, then turned and ran towards the source.

He arrived at the scene silently, watching the situation to see his options. One leader, an officer in the military, two guards, also in the military, and four civilians. What could he do? The first idea that came into his head was to take out the guards from above, knock them out swiftly, together bit that would leave the officer able to shoot the people... Then another plan. Jump down, take one guard out and take the other hostage in one swift movement. That wouldn't work either. Justice could tell from the way he moved, the words he spoke and the way he spoke them that the officer was not the kind who would care if his men were injured or even killed.

The officer was definitely that kind of man... The worst kind of man. But then it hit him. This man was a warmongering barbarian, most likely, and he could use that to his advantage. If he took out the two guards then challenge the officer to a fight then maybe, just maybe, he could win with the best case scenario. It was risky, and depended on his guesswork being right, but it was better then doing nothing.

Justice jumped from above to land straight onto the head of one of the guards and knocking him out in the process. The other guard was shocked, unable to move, and Justice span and kicked him in the stomach. The guard took a few steps back and pulled out his baton while Justice took the baton of the fallen guard. The guard lunged forward and went for a head attack, but Justice grabbed the baton with his free hand and swung his own baton at the man's side causing him to let go of the baton and fall to the floor clutching his side. Justice kicked his stomach, to be sure that he wouldn't get up in a while, and turned to face the officer with both batons in his hand.

He pointed one at the officer as he began to speak. "I am here to stop you, madman. I suggest you let these people go... If you refuse I'll go even harder on you then I already will." Justice walked towards him menacingly. "I am Justice. Fight me now and prepare for Judgment, do not cower behind these people, or are you a coward?"

[Guest]

A bored expression was present at Nikolaus's face as his enthusiastic grin shrunk to a dull stare at the jumping monkey thing. His head was looking up that he noticed Chalybs immediately. A silhouette in the skies that he merely followed by watching him land and beat up the two guards, adjusting his body to face Chalybs. They were two stupid grunts Nikolaus got off the streets for staring at a hot lady's butt all day long whom apparently was standing on display to advocate for vegetarianism, and that she'd rather wear nothing but a bikini than the fur of dead animals or some shizz like that.

They were both downed. It made Stuka give a light chuckle at this delightful display of bravado. Entertaining as this fool-child decides to flap it's mouth. Something about letting people go, about cowardice, and about him apparently being "hard" which made Nikolaus blink twice. Probably misheard that bit for going harder but who knows? So now he has a case of a sexual deviant beating up security forces a good distance from himself.

"You mean these people eh? Then as you can see, I already intended to let them go..." Four shots came out of the muzzle, a smoke ascended from the end, as four bodies of the restrained fell to the ground made corpses by the bullets clean to the back of their skulls, a smiling Amestrian now had a new vigor filled, his eyes filled with expressions of some sort of activity, having killed them all in quick mechanical precision, "Oh, I am sorry, did they go to a place you DIDN'T want them to go to? I guess you should've been more specific, now they are at a sweet place called Hell."

The submachine-gun steered towards Chalybs swiftly, held with both hands now, one at the grip and the other at the foregrip. The iron sights trained on "Justice's" general body, at the largest mass he can aim at. The torso. Finding humor in the way this vigilante held the batons, merely the frame of his figure in holding thick batons was the funniest part to Niko.

"HAHAHA! The way you hold these batons were as if you were a little boy just about to lose his virginity! HAHAHAH! I bet you always wanted a length like that, overcompensating for something you are lacking." He pulled the trigger without saying another word afterwards, unloading half a clip of submachine gun rounds on Chalybs, making sure to merely follow the aim wherever Chalybs intends to go as Nikolaus's job is simple as a spray and pray. Gleeful, having something of serenity in his expression despite the level of violence he unleashed.

[Guest]

Justice took a few steps back in shock as the barbaric madman in front of him shot down four, innocent and harmless, people without any other apparent reason then he seemed to feel like it. The shock didn't last long though, not long at all, as moments later he felt rage building up inside him something fierce. Under his mask his teeth were clenched and his eyes showed rage like none other. This man was sick, sick beyond recognition, and he deserved to be beaten so badly that he would never be able to chew again without feeling such severe pain that he would puke.

The moment the man pulled the trigger on the gun Justice felt adrenaline rush through him, his heart fueling him with enough energy to survive this ordeal. First he ran to the side, ducking and jumping out of the way of the bullets, and he ran up the wall to propel himself off it and towards the mad officer. As he landed he rolled to further dodge the bullets and to soften the blow of propelling himself to the floor, but as he tried to come back up he stumbled. The world seemed to stop, he thought his life was over, but the end never came. The officer needed to reload.

It was just what Justice needed, just at the right time, to get back together and avoid tumbling over. He put his hand on the floor as he hurtled towards it to push himself up and forward, just enough time to speed up before the officer reloaded. Not a moment after the madman was firing again and Justice sped up to be faster then he was before.

He ran straight towards the wall, hitting it, then without a moments thought pushed himself forward as the bullets hit where he had been not a second before. He needed to get close and fast, before the insane officer managed to get lucky. He only needed to get lucky once, Justice needed to be lucky every single time.

The bullets were gaining on him, it was only a matter of time before the officer hit Justice. Then it would be all over. As the thought hit him Justice was filled with a burst of energy, one that he decided to use to gain the upper hand. He ran straight for the office, proceeding to slide under his bullets then propel himself upwards to try and deliver a kick toward the gun that he planned to follow up with a kick to the head.

[Guest]

There was a nonchalant stare to Nikolaus as his eyes followed this masked fuzzball running along like a monkey. This enemy of the officer's was much like the Xingese, whom Nikolaus in fact has experience battling. Using acrobatics and all that he halted fire for a time which may have seemed he would have a need to reload.

Though it was but half a magazine that in that span, through a series of running to the side, ducking and jumping along with running up a wall and propelling himself closer to Nikolaus. After all, a considerable distance was present and Nikolaus had an advantage. Feigning the need to reload as he would imitate the actions yet there was no magazines dropped, merely his fingers brush on the "buttons" to drop the clip. His opponent was much like the treacherous Xingese, and he knew how to deal with those fast bastards.

As he was feigning such a reload, he fired a single shot to make himself seem as if he was continuing the fire. HAH! What poppycock thinking that one may get an experienced grizzled operative such as Stuka to fall down below from a bunch of fancy pants acrobatics when he was trained specifically to COUNTER IT.

And just as Chalyps slid towards Nikolaus after a single bullet shot above which would make a trick of those being upwards, he casually aimed the gun with 10 rounds left at the vigilante once more.

Casually stepping aside as the young boy would attempt to kick at Nikolaus's firearm, which now did not happen as there is no obstruction in the form of the Officer as to connect an attack with. He merely, at Chalyps's right, pointed the gun whilst the boy was in mid-air and in a moment's notice, pulled the trigger, fired at Chalyps's torso as he managed to do it simultaneously through a skillful and effortless strafe which distanced himself three feet which would make the shots point blank, and at the same time aim and fire the gun as to hit his mark with his gun held closely to his shoulder as to ensure it is stable, the butt on the shoulder that is. To empty the entire remaining rounds.

It would be done whilst Chalyps would be suspended in air in a now failed attempt as to kick the gun and his face now averted. Which accordingly would be indeed as Nikolaus knows, a stupid thing to do as dodging in air is nullified in his experience for there is no surface to shift directions from. Besides, there were no walls or such around Nikolaus's 10 feet vicinity as he has come to be aware of, at least not the direction the kick was made at.

In retrospect, holding his gun tightly as not to let it sway in aim no matter the case. If anything, it would be but a slight.

"Is that it?! All big talk but none of the action! You seriously are a virgin of combat, peh, greenhorn. Oh? What's that? Gonna cry now? Gonna cry for mommy because the big bad soldier doesn't play nice?" Cackled jovially Stuka.

[Guest]

Shit. Was the only word that Chalybs could think of as he saw the gun pointed toward his torso. He saw the bullet fly from the muzzle slowly, then heard the bang, everything had slowed down as his heart pumped faster then ever before, causing massive pain to him. But now was not the time to dwell on pain, no, now was the time to act. He had nowhere to go, nothing to propel himself away from he bullet with. But he did have something, or rather two things, which would aid him.

He moved the baton in his left hand in the way of the first bullet with the greatest speed he could muster in order to block it, then moved the baton in his opposite in the way of the next, then repeating the process over and over again to block the bullets that came towards him, but he knew that it would not last long.

Oh god I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... Why did I have to end up fighting this guy? Why did I have to be so unlucky?! It's as if he's been especially trained to fight an opponent like me... I... I'm gonna... Then he heard the words the evil madman spoke. Mommy? I never knew my mother... Or father... How... How dare he!!!

Justice turned himself around as fast as he could so that his back was facing his opponent. He felt the bullets hit his steel back, heard the sound of it and he felt relieved by it. He hit the floor but knew he had no time for rest, rolling out of the way of the bullets then pushing himself onto his feet. He landed safely and stood still, his eyes staring deep into his enemy's, as he moved the batons into the way of the bullets. He felt his rage fueling him, all his anger pushing him forward, and he knew that somehow he was gong to make this man pay.

The next time the man's clip ran out Justice threw the, now decimated, batons onto the floor and walked forward, increasing his pace every step. Once the man reloaded Justice kicked the corpse of one of the victims towards him muttering "I'm sorry..." Then grabbed another off the floor to use as a shield to charge right at the man in attempt to push him over once he got close. "You bastard! You sick bastard! You are nothing! Nothing but a cockroach! I will break every bone in your body! I will destroy you so much that when you chew you will puke your food out from the pain of it! I'll make you wish for death!"

[Guest]

A smile boiled into a toothy grin, eyes were widened in anticipation. Inhaling deeply as he exhaled. Seeing the tenacity and speed of the boy to have strained himself so as to block the bullets. He saw the bullets impacted and flattened from the impact as to drop to the ground. The way Nikolaus shot was single shots as to go in an interval between every shots, which explains why the bullets hadn't merely just riddled this weird little boy.

He finally let the magazine hit the ground upon a press of a button after the boy rolled. A satisfying 'click' graced his ears. Though it wasn't exactly surprising that ONCE AGAIN there was another considerable distance between the two. A sigh escaped the blonde man's lips at the stupidity of this situation, of this frail human so desperate as an animal seeking a prey yet had chosen a predator fancying the role of a wolf in sheep's disguise.

He merely and casually took a magazine from his belt, and inserted it into the SMG as to load fresh bullets. Pulling back the slide as an empty shell ejected to let the newer one take place. Done so without paying attention to the gun, it was more of an instinctual knowledge that had required muscle memories rather than active attention. He wasn't taken by surprise by the corpse kicked at him. Rather it wasn't even high enough to trip or throw him back, all Nikolaus did was to leap back as he sprang his feet in that manner as it hadn't reached him as to even touch. It wasn't a high height, rather quite close to the ground an inch away, as he once more planted his feet on the solid ground more distance away from Chalyps whom would be charging at Nikolaus with a body used as a human shield. Spreading his legs across to keep his balance. One front and one to the back, left and right respectively.

His back was three feet away from the wall in retrospect. A grin tamed to but a smile.

"Are you a moron? Are you SERIOUSLY telling me you are the biggest retard on the block? What? Did your brain crack when you were born with DOWN SYNDROME?" He brushed his thumb as to switch the gun to full auto, squeezing the trigger to once more moderate and to let loose half a clip currently at Chalyps. The body was not a priority but rather the one hiding behind it, once more at his torso or where he presumes it to be through the frail meat shield, "Using bodies as a shield is probably the STUPIDEST thing I've ever seen. I am using point forty five Ay Pee See (APC) rounds and you think that'd stop what can carve right through BODIES like hot knife through butter?! This ain't the movies, dumbass."

[Guest]

Justice smiled at his opponents comment. "I never said it was." As the bullets zoomed towards him Justice span out of the way and threw the body at his opponent with the strongest strength he could muster. With that he ran down the alleyway to hide behind the wall at the end.

Fuck... Fuck! I'm in way over my head... He let himself slide down onto his feet and pulled his mask up slightly so that he could breath easier. His heart ached fiercely, while his lungs felt they were about to break out of his chest. Though they were automail, and thus much much better then the average heart and lungs, they still had their limits.

Luckily for Justice breaking those limits meant only a little break to get better. As he sat down and let the air in he already felt revitalized in moments, those sweet sweet moments allowed him to think clearly. What are my options? Gotta think gotta think... I... I could run. Justice stopped thinking for a moment then shook his head. No... No I can't do that, not just yet anyway. I won't run unless I absolutely have to. But how do I combat him? It's like he anticipates my every move, so he's obviously no stranger to combat... Hell, the fact that I've lasted this long is a miracle... I get the feeling that if he was going all out I'd be dead... Dammit! Stop moping you idiot! You became this... You became Justice because you didn't want to just mope about the world's problems, you wanted to stand up and do something about them!

Justice pulled his mask back down and pulled himself up, his back right up against the wall as he peaked around the corner quickly then pulling it back quicker. He didn't see anything in the time he looked past, he didn't want to risk being hit while his head was out. He moved his hand to feel his heart pumping ferociously, so powerful it almost pushed his hand off his body. Thank you Mr LeCoulte, if it weren't for you giving me such a powerful heart I'd of been shot by now...

Justice walked out from his cover and looked his opponent square in the eyes. "You... You represent everything I hate in this world. You are a monster, a madman and a fool who probably sees himself as some sort of greater being then us mere mortals. Am I right? I bet you take pleasure in the suffering of others, you sick being. There's a special place in hell reserved just for your kind of people and I'd love to help you get there, but I can't. You know why? I am not going to lower myself to your level."

Justice spat on one of the guards, whom happened to be on the floor next to him. "See I could of easily killed your men, but I didn't. When I get my hands on you I won't kill you either. No... No no no! Your fate will be so much worse then death! You'll plead for it, ask every soul you see to snap your neck! Maybe they'll oblige... I don't know... And I certainly don't care. All that I care about is making you suffer so that Justice can be done. So fire your shots, try and kill me, but you won't succeed. If I have to run away from here to survive I will, but I'll be back. Then I'll be prepared for you, and your fate will be sealed. Now come at me, you piece of worthless shit!"

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar was looking for Niko he wanted to keep up-to-date with some of the most powerful people in the world. After all he was the Intelligence expert of Briggs and one of the two out of the Black Company. He grinned as he looked down off of the rooftop where he had watched Niko’s small scuffle with a young teenager dressed like a comic book ‘hero’. Murazar hated those heroes, they were utter idiots.

He decided to play in this like a game, might as well have some fun in this boring night. He hopped off of the third story rooftop. Snapped his fingers to target the ground and as he fell as it exploded under him and he front flipped to land in a forward roll and came to his feet. He dusted off his leather jacket as tonight was an informal attire night. He looked over to Niko and simply smiled his frigid smile.” Nikolaus, are you doing good today my friend? I was watching this little scuffle of yours and I want to ask, can I take a turn in it? After all child comic books super heroes are fun to beat on. Its not as if this kid could even beat one of us anyway.”

He looked over to the kid and simply popped his neck slowly before speaking in a ice-cold tone of pure control and annoyance.” So kid, whats with all this screaming about Justice in such a way that it sounds exactly like Vengeance? Your just a child that thinks he can do something in such a way to make a difference in the world while being constrained by pathetic rules and morals that others set up for you. You’re just a boy.” He pulled out his sword and just beyond the edges the ethereal four hundred degrees Fahrenheit blade gave him an unworldly appearance. He held it in a one-handed grip with a dead-pan smile that didn’t reach his lead-weight eyes that seemed very much mechanical.

Murazar snapped his fingers to create a large explosion similar to a handful of grenades behind the boy exploding the building behind him and causing rubble to collapse and prevent a route of escape right there. The only way out was past Niko and Himself, he knew exactly what he was doing and he looked over for a second to his sword before speaking to it.”No Gurthang I will not cause a Firestorm. I don’t need to destroy the whole city you damn bloodthirsty old piece of junk. So shut up!” In his head the sword responded with a chuckle and another demand to destroy the city while trying to convince him it was necessary.

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Justice jumped forward to avoid the rubble, with one piece just grazing his steel back. "Great... Another madman come to fight me..." He stretched his arms out before getting into a fighting position. "Don't call me a child and don't think I'll follow anyone else's morals or laws. I follow my own path. I decided that this country, no this WORLD, needs someone like me. This world needs heroes who will risk their own lives to protect others, who will stand up to the strong on behalf of the weak and say 'We will not stand for this!'. Maybe what I do will cause nothing, but the slight chance that it will is enough fuel for me to do it."

He moved forward slowly. "To every person I help or save I will tell them that the only payment that they need to give me is a promise that they will help others in their own way. They don't have to go and fight like I do. All I ask them to do is help in some way. Some of them may do it, some of them may not, and they'll tell that person to do the same. Then that person may help someone and tell the same to that person, then that person does the same. You understand? It's a stupid plan, I know, but I'll be dammed if it ain't worth a shot."

Justice spat on the floor. "See people like you and 'Nikolaus' there don't understand, but some humans do. Those humans will be the ones who, unwittingly or not, will help me change the world. One man can't change the world, but the event he can set in motion can. A domino effect if you will." He laughed at himself. "You're damn right I'm just a boy. But this 'just' boy will try his damn hardest to help! I am safe in the knowledge that I am higher then you both! If I die this day then so be it! But I tried, and to me trying is good enough."

He pointed at Nikolaus then at Murazar. "I don't care what you two think! I don't care what the whole damn world thinks! I care about what I think, and right now I think they you should taste the dirt!"

Justice charged forward at Murazar, his feet hitting the floor with a strong thump as they collided. "I am Justice! I fight for what I believe in! That is the undeniable truth of my existence!" He pulled his fist back as he grew closer to Murazar. "You're stronger then me, I can already tell, but that ain't gonna stop me from trying! Feel the raw power of a stupid young man!" He aimed a punch a Murazar's stomach, ready to dodge the blade in his opponent's hand at all costs.

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Once more he stepped to the side as the body slammed to the wall, falling stiffly to the ground as Nikolaus looks at the corpse if not by a glance, before imparting his sight to where he caught glimpse of Chalybs running to. His smile shrunk to the most disappointed of scowls. What? That was it? That was his strategy? To run away from battle? To merely leave his principles despite having made a statement always to fight injustice? That brat hid.

HYPOCRITE! WEAKLING! WASTREL!

Like the enemies Nikolaus executed, he was not even worthy anymore, he... he was nothing but dirt. Not to even remark upon or pass a glance. His gun's bullets are too expensive for him at this point. They were more worth than this pitiful's being's value. Humanity, this is why they have a tendency to disappointing Nikolaus again and again.

"Pathetic! My solemn enemy runs away like a mewling little cat with her tails in between her legs." Remarks the officer, "You are not worthy of being a boy anymore, nay! You are a pussy, a big fat fucking pussy. Running away like a fucking pansy."

It was only then does this now flea, as Nikolaus downgraded Chalybs to, had come to meet him eye-to-eye. All the enthusiasm was sucked out of Nikolaus due to the sudden cowardice. The way he fought, it was not pragmatic, neither sensible, and it was in all regards, stupid. Cattle in all the forms.

"SILENCE! Not a word from you, profligate. Do not fancy yourself a mere mortal. You long lost your mortality the moment you put that automail on yourself. Hypocrite." He lets go of the gun's foregrip, still holding unto the SMG with one hand as he pulls back the sleeve of his blouse back, "My arms are normal. My body is very much human. My very essence has been built from the humanity I stem from and that of the greatest little human from a flask, mine is much superior to yours, you who abandoned your own human strength for the help of soulless steel mechanical apparition."

"My caliber is higher than yours, brat. You have no say in telling me my worth, I know it, but you do not know your own." He holsters his SMG, scowling, grinding his teeth, lowering his sleeves once more, "You no longer have worth to me. You disappoint me. My bullets are not to be wasted on you, whore of machine and flesh."

And lo, from Nikolaus's flank came upon an explosion, more with the force that causes Nikolaus to brace as he withstood the brunt of the pressure. The heat had made Stuka sweat if not but at a slight, a bead going down his cheek as he glanced to his side to see the man from the battle of the Western front. The one whom had caused the red head to run away crying like a boy. Now he sees a parallel, an allegory between himself and Mura.

"Oh the irony." He mutters, letting loose a chuckle, "Have your fun with this brat, I believe I am done with him, and do stay your weapon, he is not even worth a bullet nor blade. It will be... most disappointing, this fight. I know that to be."

And so Nikolaus's advice was disregarded, experience would be the best teacher here to show that the sword is not even to be wasted upon such an ant in sheer prowess. The buildings would collapse as the ash spread as to envelop forth below at Nikolaus's feet. Soot would drench his jackboots. Graying it so from the rich black shine it had.

He merely glanced at Mura making that remark to a sword. So it had a name eh? What a lovely and empathetic weapon it must be, perhaps it'd make a suitable tea time partner, but that is not the issue to tarry upon here!

"Oh no! What shall we do? That kid is a terrorist! And he already blew up a building from explosives made by RIOTE!" Nikolaus went along with an acting as to pin the blame of the building's destruction on Justice himself, "He must be put down for the good of Amestris! All the news outlet should catch wind of this soon of his evil wicked acts!"

He merely watched as the kid prattled about justice, humans and some other crap. Taking the time to smack his boots as to blow the dust away before straightening his posture. Watching the kid as he was lunging as to attack Dauthi. A pity, he could've at least thrown a brick or something instead of lunging at every single time, charging at someone that clearly has a ranged advantage. But one thing is for certain, this boy's demise that Nikolaus is inclined to see, would perhaps be a most gruesome if not hilarious one.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar laughed and couldn’t stop, the kid was hilarious. A jokester, and Niko making him out to be an insurgent or terrorist was hilarious. Now this kid was a villain and they the heroes. People were looking outside their windows scared of the kid turned villain as Mura let himself get punched in the gut. He exhaled sharply before swinging his sword around to slice the kid in half. After all the kids momentum was completely stopped at this point and the recoil of the hit was preventing him from a split second of evasion to make.

He grinned wildly as he felt his abs temporarily feel the pain although small and sharp it faded away. The kid wasn’t the strongest person either, he might not have been the most physically powerful person but he wasn’t even close to weak. He hoped the kid dodged his sword swing. It was only a half-hearted attempt to kill the kid; if he really meant to kill him he would have made that shield at the last moment and have burned him alive.

He spoke back to the kid sharply and icily.”Child you face someone far more than yourself. I am the Lord Captain-Commander of the Black Company. I am the Head of the North Amestrian Military, the Major General and the Head of Intelligence for Fort Briggs. I am the Alchemists Soul Catcher that steals souls and the Firestorm alchemists that melt miles of land in minutes. My own name Murazar Dauthi means the Shadow of Death and that is what I am. My blade Gurthang can melt your body and is near unbreakable with sharpness that if the fire doesn’t work the blade itself will. You are but a boy that has watched too much television.” He spoke with spite and irritation.

After his swing he snapped his fingers twice more destroying all the entrances and creating a small clearing that was neigh unmanueverable without climbing through obvious rubble and becoming a target.

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He wasn't ready to take on either of these opponents, they were too strong for him at the moment. He accepted it. He was going to have to be a coward this time. He hated it, but it was the truth. He jumped over the swing aimed for him easily then turned to face the wall. "Titles are nothing to me. Titles are what others give to you, all that you should care about is what you think of you. But alas, I can't stay to chat. I'll admit that both of you are the stronger opponents, that I've got no chance... Yet. I'm gonna get stronger. When I'm strong enough I'll find you, then my namesake shall be done." He ran up the wall in front of him then jumped to the other to grab a window and climb through it.

Once he was in the building he charged through it, smashing open the door of the room and going to the opposite one to jump out of that window and onto the fire escape of the next building. From there he climbed up onto the roof. He looked around him then ran over the gap between the building that was in the opposite direction to the one he had just come from, from the two madmen that would've defeated him had he stayed were.

They would chase him, he knew that, but they weren't as fast as him. They were stronger, definitely stronger, but they were not faster then him. Not even close. Within seconds he was four whole buildings away from the scene, within the next minute he was fifteen. He was where he wanted to be, where he had parked his moped. He jumped down to take off his mask and cloak, then pressed a hidden button that only he knew about that opened the seat of the moped where he put his Justice disguise.

He was no longer Justice, the hero of the people, he was now Chalybs, the frail and weak fifteen year old who couldn't throw a punch if his life depended on it. He got on the moped and revved the engine for a moment, letting the vehicle warm up, then drove off. He was to leave central, for now, but he'd be back. Just like he'd promised. He'd be back with a vengeance, and more skill, to give them both what they deserved. Especially Nikolaus. He knew both their faces, he knew one of their names and that was all he needed. Soon they would rule the day they met him, especially Nikolaus. He was going to pay.

Chalybs looked back for a moment before driving faster, yet still staying within the speed limit. After that battle he needed a short rest, it had been only his second and it had been tough. But it was no tougher then what he had expected. He knew that the path he had chosen to take was hard, but he was going to follow it at any cost of his own.

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Nikolaus looked at what entrances were left that were blown up as he was covered once again... in soot. Smacking his clothing as the dust would wade away from his uniform. The dull gray now not sullying the rich black dye. But alas, he once again straightened his posture to find himself to a point he could not describe any longer. Much earlier having caught glimpse of the boy's punch barely afflicting Dauthi, as the man himself made a lazy strike of his sword. To see the boy running away ONCE AGAIN. At this point, what respect Nikolaus had for the boy's foolhardy bravery had been sapped and drained. He had none but contempt.

If anything, the officer yawned in lieu to Justice running off like a little frail boy. Catching more glimpses of him, of his automail as he committed Justice's "aura" to memory. It was sloppy to Nikolaus the way he ran up the building, Nikolaus can scale such a height much faster than that boy. If anything, the boy was noted by Nikolaus to be slower, and that he could catch up to him if he wanted to, but a beast does not chase after every ants that he comes across. He was just not worth it.

After what frame of Justice had disappeared, Nikolaus spat to his side. "Now that's whom I call a huge vagina."

He turns around, waltzing off opposite of Mura, his back facing Mura's back. Strolling away from the scenery, he had a report to file after all.

"Bah, I have a report to file over this 'RIOTE attack' we just prevented and saved these people from. I suppose a promotion, a damn fine promotion is in order. See you around sometime later on, things will get more... exciting, I guarantee that much. Buh-bye now." And so, he waved his hands behind as he walked over the rubble of the entrances, climbing over to a fire-escape ladder as he would make his way out through going downstairs in a building from a set of stairs leading from the rooftop to the ground flower, and walking out the front entrance as he made his ways from the street. Justice now out of his awareness as far as Nikolaus is concerned.

Of course, he does need a scapegoat, and this Justice... his worth is only for a sacrifice to take a fall for the destruction of the few buildings around intact.

Perhaps Murazar shares the same sentiments of not bothering to chase a minuscule insect as much as Nikolaus does, or perhaps not, who knows? For that boy is but a prey in the great hunt.

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Aftermath Background:

It would be afterwards that a report is filed later on to fill wanted posters around offering a reward for the death of a figure known as Justice, his description made along with a sketch of the appearance Nikolaus recalls, and height, and a supposed age.

Along with the fact news outlets in Amestris filled in an interview with the two beaten up guards that they give their stories of being attacked by a deranged madman whom had blown up a couple of buildings and trying to rescue a family of criminals, as per Nikolaus's instruction as to what to say.

Whereas in the near future... Nikolaus is certain he would find the brat.

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