Scar looked around in surprise, and barely dodged as a barrage of bullets slammed into the wall beside him. He dodged them all, save for one stray that grazed his temple, knocking off the glasses that hid his eyes from view. They fell with a dull clatter on the ground. Slowly, Scar lifted his eyes, and a flash of crimson had everyone gasping in dreaded recognition.
"Red eyes and brown skin! You are an Ishvalan!" Armstrong stumbled back as he stared into the familiar red eyes that he had hoped to never see again.
"Perhaps there are too many…" Scar muttered to himself, ignoring the talk around him. Before anyone could make another move, he dropped to the ground and it shattered beneath him in a blast of dust and debris.
When the dust cleared, Mustang looked down into the sizable hole that
