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Roy Mustang is not a pacifist, unlike his groupmates. His groupmates certainly seem to be quite the pacifists, he would understand why people would be so annoyed with them and their reasons. Sure, it's not as bad as a group that constantly wants to spill blood, but Roy knew he would be more annoyed if he heard about the Ascendants while living in a different group. Roy has already shown his annoyance towards his clanmates- Mustang is new to the Ascendants, but he is also new to this life- he was formerly human. He used to be apart of the Amestrian Military, he had been a Colonel and a state alchemist. So Roy wasn't about to go with the flow and treat this situation like it wasn't a problem. He's going to be suspicious and untrusting. He is going to be constantly confused on why this happened to him and Riza, and how they can go back. And it will take time for him to gain any trust in any Ascendants member- especially their leader(who in all honesty to Roy, is a little too happy that makes Roy think they're hiding something). Back in his old military, when they got into a civil war- state alchemists were used in a genocide extermination. Roy was one of the alchemists- he is quite used to the smell of burning corpses and ash. Most of the Ascendants might squirm at fighting and spilling blood, but Roy already has his paws spilt. He won't be afraid to do it again if it means he saves his life or someone he cares about.

Ah, Luna. Roy barely knew her, and not long after he joined their group she seemed to disappear. He didn't really think some group took her hostage- his new scent of smell gave him the ability to smell better. If there was another group at the scene, he'd be able to tell now. He didn't come across any strang, unfamiliar scents back there. So the tiger didn't think much of it, he wasn't that concerned. Especially considering he doesn't fully trust his groupmates yet- this might merely be temporarily shelter for him until he finds a way home to Amestris.

Unlike his other groupmates, when Roy's green gaze landed onto Beck, he didn't have that happy, welcoming approach. Instead his eyes narrowed with suspicion, eyes turning to mere slits, ears pinning back to his skull. His groupmates have been complete idiots regarding trespassers. He’s seen them approach them like they're buddies already and not even show concern that this possible person might be a threat. Roy was not going to think Beck was a friendly guy who was looking to 'join', hell no. Especially considering that Beck is stalking towards him, as if that's not shady enough. ”What the hell are you doing? Explain yourself, now.”

[ rushed at end sorry!! ]

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Even though Roy has situated himself into a 'pacifist' group, that doesn't mean his life is going to have ups and downs. While Roy might not be struggling to find food, and now has a roof over his head, he didn't have a perfect life beforehand. He has experienced war, he has seen death right before his eyes- his paws might not looked stained, but they are stained with old blood that haunts him of his past. It reminds him of what he had to do, on how he had to exteriment so many people because the government ordered the State Alchemists to. Some people might have shaken it off, others were even proud of what they done, but Roy didn't feel the same way. While the lives he took might haunt his mind for perhaps the rest of his life, he wanted to make an effort to give those people the help they really deserved. But can he even do it now? How can he make things up to the Ishbalans if he's stuck here as a sumatran tiger? He can't do anything.

His past has also given him experience, as well as a tolerance for fights and war. Yes, he does feel haunted by his actions- but during the war it was far different. He got used to snapping his fingers to send a combustion of flames to burn his enemies. He's gotten used to the smell of charcoal, smoke, and worst of all- burning bodies. Perhaps this is a part what haunts him- is that he can't be bothered as much by it anymore, that it feels so normal and regular to him.

It would be a flat out lie if Mustang wasn't surprised by the trespasser's response- which was Beck lunging at him. Roy had found it suspicious that they were sneaking around in the territory in the first place, he didn't feel like the tom had good intentions. And now, his assumptions have been proven correct. He was quite glad he approached the guy the way he did, even if he was getting attacked. Roy was already being weary and cautious of the guy, he was prepared for a fight if needed. Or well, prepared to somewhat fight him off- considering Roy isn't as combatively experienced as he'd like to be. He taught himself the basics a few days ago, thanks to Bastillepaw, so he should be able to fight this guy off, considering they're quite small after all. But that doesn't mean Beck is a weak opponent, Fullmetal had been quite the pipsqueak and that kid could fight.

The tiger would start by beginning to take a step back at the male's sudden lunge- but not far enough to avoid Beck's claws. He closed his eyes shut for a second as he felt Beck's claws pierce his cheek, but quickly opened them after he noticed Beck maneuvering in a way to get under his belly. Oh no, he wasn't about to let this guy get under there to his exposed belly- he could only assume Beck planned on slashing his stomach open with those claws of his. Before Beck could rake his claws against his belly and kick the tiger in the gut, the male jumped back just in time. He was far enough now that Beck would have to lunge forward again. But this time, as the male had been jumping back, Roy couldn't help but notice something on his front pawpads. A flame transmutation circle. It was an exact replica of what had been on his white ignition gloves. Only if he had a way to ignite flames, the transmutation circle was useless without it- wait a second, his claws. Roy can recognize that anywhere, his claws are made of flint! He can use those as ignition! He's not sure how his claws are made of flint, they were made from a mutation, but he wasn't going to complain.

And without another thought, the male lifted his front left leg into the air. And then, he violently snapped. Almost instantly, wild flames burst in front of his paws, running wild and instead of hitting Beck, was fired right into a tree. Well, he has to work on his aim now, doesn't he? He doesn't want to be rusty, he's suppose to be perfect at this, especially at pinpoint aiming. A snarl curled around his lips, as his green gaze locked onto Beck.

Snap.

Another burst of flames that was closer to Beck this time, but not perfect. Those flames hit another tree, the flames licking up the wood and leafs.

Snap. Snap.

This time, Roy got it. Fire cracked before his claws- red hot, flames heading directly towards the poltergeist, in which Roy aimed carefully towards. He hoped for the flames to hit his target dead on, but that might not be the case. Surely Beck can move out of the way in time, before turning to charcoal that is. Maybe his flames will only singe Beck, or maybe they will miss entirely but still give a sign to Beck that attacking Mustang isn't worth it. It's not worth getting burned alive, or even singed, Mustang wasn’t going to hold back.

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Demon? Really, demon? The only thing Roy could give to that shriek was a scoff of an annoyance, focusing on snapping his paws only. Roy was well aware of what he was doing has nothing to do with demons, it's called alchemy. The science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. But that doesn't mean Roy gets unbelievable powers. It is impossible to create something out of nothing, if one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. That is the basis of all alchemy, the law of Equivalent Exchange. And from what Mustang can tell, alchemy isn't as popular here as it was back in Amestris. At least it came to his advantage, it was certainly a surprise for Beck, it didn't seem like they were expecting it. The male came to a stop, when he watched his flames aim and combust perfectly, hitting his target directly. Roy wasn't aware that Beck was a ghost, and that it would be harder to kill him, so when the flames disappeared and when he saw the pile of ash, he smirked. The smell of a burning corpse entered his nostrils, which was unfortunately a normality for him, and wasn't bothered much by it.

He placed his paw back down on the ground as he slowly made his way over to the pile ash, blood rolling down his cheek. "Good riddance," The Flame Alchemist muttered, as he looked fown at the pile of ash for a moment, before drawing his gaze upwards. He could smell more smoke, this time the smell of burning grass and wood. Well, his aim was certainly rusty the first few times. He can tell by the fire, that's bound to grow larger if not prevented, in the trees and wild grass. His smirk instantly faded into a frown, one thought running through his head. Shit.

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Hughes had heard all the commotion as he was walking about the territory. Walks had become a sort of habit for him. He wasn't ever sure what to do with himself, as there apparently wasn't ever much to do. Besides, he needed something calming to clear his mind. Ever since he had woken up, he hadn't been in the best place mentally. But that morning wasn't about to be peaceful like he had expected. The noise had caught his attention first, then the smell of fire hit his nose. He could only assume the worst with such a familiar smell.

He practically flew over the plains, intent on making sure his friend was alright. He wasn't sure what he would do if Roy was hurt--or worse. The alchemist could take care of himself, but everything was new for them both. Hughes wasn't really sure how alchemy worked, so there might have been a chance it didn't work the same it had when they were human. He probably wouldn't be that useful himself, yet he sure as hell wouldn't let him face an enemy alone.

It takes him little time to reach the feline, the growing flames only proving his suspicions. But whatever he had been fighting was nowhere in sight. He was a bit disappointed, as he had been eager for a little scuffle. He wasn't a violent man, but he also wasn't a pacifist, either. He wasn't afraid to get his hands--er, paws--dirty.

"Roy, are you alright? What the hell happened?" he demanded upon arriving at the scene, standing close to him. The spreading of the fire was definitely worrying.

"SPEECH"