08-12-2015, 12:41 AM
Winry took a large breath as she and her new friend came to a stop. The village that Rachel had spoken about. But something told Winry that there was a problem. It could have been the look on Rachel’s face as they came into view of her Village or, and this is probably more likely, it was the fire and smoke that rose from her home. The heat of the flames brushed up against them with the wind as Rachel broke into a sprint towards the Village. Winry followed her lead, if there were people that needed rescuing, then she’d be needed.
The smoke smelled of charcoal and fuel, the latter of the two was something that winry was roughly familiar with. However this fire had started, it wasn’t by any natural means. Winry dropped her bag on the gravel as she watched Rachel sprint into a house on the opposite end of the village. The intense heat of the flames almost drove Winry from the village, but she stood her ground.
‘What would Ed do?’ Winry thought to herself before realizing that he’d just use alchemy to create rain. Winry sighed as her next instinct was to run into the building next to her. She didn’t know why she felt so compelled to do such a thing, maybe it was because the thought of saving someone made her happy, or maybe she just wanted to help her new friend. Either way, she was going in. Winry turned to face the burning house, the crimson flames flickered and wailed as she mustered up the courage to sprint inside the house.
‘This is absolutely crazy…’ Winry sighed as she ran into the building. If not for the adrenaline coursing through her body, the flames would have stopped her from moving any further into the building.
The flames and heat made it hard for her to keep her eyes open, but she tried her best. Across from where she was standing was a collapsed wooden cross beam, it was lying on top of an Orc woman. She wasn’t moving, but she didn’t look dead. As winry slowly pushed forward, holding her hands in front of her face to keep the heat away from her eyes, she noticed that the woman was breathing. Winry rushed over to her and attempted to lift the beam off of her.
‘It’s no use, it’s too heavy for me.’ Winry grunted as panic shot through her body. She looked around at the flames, they were consuming the building at an alarming rate. Winry lightly tapped on the woman’s cheek, waking the Orc as she sat over her.
‘Don’t panic.’ Winry said as the woman looked up at her, her pain and desperation displaying itself in her eyes as she looked back at Winry.
‘I’m going to need you to help me lift this, okay?’ Winry continued, her words were quick but clear. She wanted to get out of this building before it collapsed on them both. Winry placed her hands on the underside of the beam and then began lifting. The Orc woman began pushing at the underside of the beam with her palms. Winry felt a wave of relief travel through her body as the two of them hoisted the wooden beam up and onto the ground.
‘That’s good, now come on.’ Winry smiled warmly as she helped the woman up and out of the burning house.
As Winry and the Orc she had just saved exited the building, they were greeted by a large, muscular, man. He was tall, and he was built like a weight lifter. He reminded her of Major Armstrong. He frightened winry a little bit, but she wasn’t going to back down from him.
‘I... I don’t want any trouble.’ Winry said as she looked up at his face, he was smiling at her, almost laughing.
‘Hurt you? I wouldn’t dare. But this Orc, maybe.’ The man replied as he separated the two. Winry didn’t know what to do, she didn’t understand why he was being so horrible to this village. But she had to act quick. Winry looked around to see a group of Orcs tied down and sitting in a large group. Rachel, who was now one of those Orcs, looked at Winry as tears fell from her eyes. Winry looked around frantically, noticing that her bag was only a few steps behind her.
‘He must have missed it’ Winry thought to herself as she quietly opened it. The man was too focused on subduing the group of Orcs that he didn’t notice Winry at all. Winry swiftly, but quietly, pulled her wrench from the bag and crept up behind the man.
‘HEY ASS HOLE!’ Winry exclaimed as she lodged her right foot between his legs and then pulled it away. The man cried in pain as he fell to his knees and began to turn to look at Winry. Without hesitation, winry slammed the Wrench she was holding into the side of his jaw, knocking him over and onto the ground. Her heart was racing, and even more adrenaline had begun flowing through her as she repeatedly beat the man across the head, only stopping to make sure he was unconscious.
The smoke smelled of charcoal and fuel, the latter of the two was something that winry was roughly familiar with. However this fire had started, it wasn’t by any natural means. Winry dropped her bag on the gravel as she watched Rachel sprint into a house on the opposite end of the village. The intense heat of the flames almost drove Winry from the village, but she stood her ground.
‘What would Ed do?’ Winry thought to herself before realizing that he’d just use alchemy to create rain. Winry sighed as her next instinct was to run into the building next to her. She didn’t know why she felt so compelled to do such a thing, maybe it was because the thought of saving someone made her happy, or maybe she just wanted to help her new friend. Either way, she was going in. Winry turned to face the burning house, the crimson flames flickered and wailed as she mustered up the courage to sprint inside the house.
‘This is absolutely crazy…’ Winry sighed as she ran into the building. If not for the adrenaline coursing through her body, the flames would have stopped her from moving any further into the building.
The flames and heat made it hard for her to keep her eyes open, but she tried her best. Across from where she was standing was a collapsed wooden cross beam, it was lying on top of an Orc woman. She wasn’t moving, but she didn’t look dead. As winry slowly pushed forward, holding her hands in front of her face to keep the heat away from her eyes, she noticed that the woman was breathing. Winry rushed over to her and attempted to lift the beam off of her.
‘It’s no use, it’s too heavy for me.’ Winry grunted as panic shot through her body. She looked around at the flames, they were consuming the building at an alarming rate. Winry lightly tapped on the woman’s cheek, waking the Orc as she sat over her.
‘Don’t panic.’ Winry said as the woman looked up at her, her pain and desperation displaying itself in her eyes as she looked back at Winry.
‘I’m going to need you to help me lift this, okay?’ Winry continued, her words were quick but clear. She wanted to get out of this building before it collapsed on them both. Winry placed her hands on the underside of the beam and then began lifting. The Orc woman began pushing at the underside of the beam with her palms. Winry felt a wave of relief travel through her body as the two of them hoisted the wooden beam up and onto the ground.
‘That’s good, now come on.’ Winry smiled warmly as she helped the woman up and out of the burning house.
As Winry and the Orc she had just saved exited the building, they were greeted by a large, muscular, man. He was tall, and he was built like a weight lifter. He reminded her of Major Armstrong. He frightened winry a little bit, but she wasn’t going to back down from him.
‘I... I don’t want any trouble.’ Winry said as she looked up at his face, he was smiling at her, almost laughing.
‘Hurt you? I wouldn’t dare. But this Orc, maybe.’ The man replied as he separated the two. Winry didn’t know what to do, she didn’t understand why he was being so horrible to this village. But she had to act quick. Winry looked around to see a group of Orcs tied down and sitting in a large group. Rachel, who was now one of those Orcs, looked at Winry as tears fell from her eyes. Winry looked around frantically, noticing that her bag was only a few steps behind her.
‘He must have missed it’ Winry thought to herself as she quietly opened it. The man was too focused on subduing the group of Orcs that he didn’t notice Winry at all. Winry swiftly, but quietly, pulled her wrench from the bag and crept up behind the man.
‘HEY ASS HOLE!’ Winry exclaimed as she lodged her right foot between his legs and then pulled it away. The man cried in pain as he fell to his knees and began to turn to look at Winry. Without hesitation, winry slammed the Wrench she was holding into the side of his jaw, knocking him over and onto the ground. Her heart was racing, and even more adrenaline had begun flowing through her as she repeatedly beat the man across the head, only stopping to make sure he was unconscious.