FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[Roy Mustang]

If people assumed the majority of the Ascendants are pacifists, they'd quickly learn how wrong they are. Roy Mustang is the last person to call a 'pacifist'- he really stands out in the crowd of his groupmates. Roy comes from a military background- he's used to war, handling cases, missions, commanding a unit, and more. Roy quickly learned from his time in the military that the world isn't perfect. It's practically impossible to avoid dangerous, dark situations, as the world isn't rainbows and sunshine- whether or not you want to run across difficulties, you will. Roy has gone through some hell, and certain experiences he went through would be impossible to handle for an ordinary, everyday person. How Roy even wakes up in the morning after Ishbal is due to the fact that he's grown a thick skin. He was expected to handle things with maturity in the military, and while he's not apart of the military anymore, he still holds that mentality to this day. It's apart of him now, asking him not to fight is like telling him not to be himself.

Thankfully Roy wasn't asleep when Lessa's hawk companion screeched out, he quickly picked up on it. Roy had been in his room, with the plans of eventually falling asleep. But the hawk caught his attention, usually they wouldn't shriek out so loudly, especially at this time. Something felt horribly wrong in Roy's chest. Without another thought, the male quickly jumped off of his bed, and began to head out of the observatory- when the scent of the Typhoon invaded his nostrils.

As soon as that scent hit him, and when he heard the cries of his clanmates, he knew this can't be good. Plus, the Typhoon scent was far past the border, and it's past midnight. They're not here on peaceful terms, they thought out a plan to attack when the Ascendants wouldn't be ready. Without another thought, Roy broke out in a sprint, following the scent carefully to the best of his ability. Roy had all intentions to attack with brute force- he will kill if he has to.

When Roy finally arrived to the scene, he skidded to a stop at the starpool. There were Typhoon members everywhere- some were in the water pulling meteorites out of it, with the full intentions to steal. Some of them weren't in the starpool just yet, his eyes scanning the area quickly. Roy's eyes landed on [member=66]PINCHER[/member] , who gave Roy Mustang a feeling they're the ones running this raid. Blue eyes narrowing, the Flame Alchemist's gaze locked on the Typhoon leader. Without saying a word, the male quickly whipped out his front right paw. Without another moment passing by, Roy snapped his mutated claws, attempting to use his flame alchemy to send a controlled blast of flames at Pincher. The flames illuminated the night sky, and for one moment it looked beautiful. But when it's remembered that the flames are meant for pain and destruction, that beauty quickly turns to living hell.

Roy is a master at flame alchemy- he can keep control of his flames and pin point aim, when fully comprehending the chemical make-up of what he's transmuting and the flame array on his paw pads. He felt great confidence that he'll either hit his target, or at least distract them from their plans to steal from the starpool.