The sky glows a cheery orange when Ed locates Riza. He raises his head, lifting his jaw from his cupped right hand, and watches as she marches out from a set of double doors nestled in a round beehive - looking building below him. He narrows his eyes, calculates the quickest route, and darts off.
He leaps off one roof and dives into a roll as he lands on another. He rises smoothly back onto feet, runs full tilt with furious pumping legs, and leaps onto the next roof. The next, which proves to be a bit tricky to land, is a round sort of beehive much like the building his quarry exited.
His right foot slips even as his left cracks uselessly against the sandstone.
Thinking fast, he manages to turn the flying fumble into an ungraceful lunge, giving him a chance to slap his palms together before his left elbow so much as bangs the rough surface of the rock.
Silicon. Oxygen. Matrix of two by one. 3 percent magnesium, aluminum. Point 2 percent gold..
Equation shining bright in his mind, he slaps his hand down as the bruising force of his fall jars his bones. Blue lightning flashes beneath his fingertips, and the rock erupts into a gentle wave, responding to his will. Gravity pulls him down, but with his hand so near stone, the alchemical reaction effectively slows his fall. It is a near thing: The building towers over the narrow alley by at least fifty feet.
He pushes away from the curved wall a heartbeat before impact, and tucks in his false limb to absorb the brunt of the fall. The pavement loudly cracks at the impact. Immediately he leaps into a backwards flip onto his hands and away from the shallow crater, landing into a series of hops onto his living foot.
He darts his gaze down at his metal toes a moment. He carefully flexes the heel of false limb, rotates the flange and eyes for damage.
A breath later the angry shouting around him registers in his brain. He allows his gaze to drift towards the sources, and a corner of his mouth twitches upward at the impossible sight of the people standing on the walls in defiance of gravity.
Several point at the warped sandstone wall he just rode down. He pats the air in their general direction and smiles wide.
"Yeah yeah. I get it." He says loudly, and slaps his hands together.
Blue lightning dances throughout the alley, and the blue glow of the reaction engulfs the wall. He is strolling down the street beyond, hands causally tucked into his pockets, before the transmutation even finishes. He whistles tunelessly as he thinks of the saw toothed bat winged bee he created and placed at the very top.
Listening to the shouts of astonished surprise, he believes, yes, the addition of such a sculpture is a vast improvement to this place.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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