Another plot-bunny. I swear new ideas keep popping out and I can't stop it.

This was written sometime in June.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night or Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

Unequivalent Exchange

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works x Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Un-betaed

There was a rumour of a steel grey eyed Ishvalan who was able to perform unprecedented miracles, some of which alchemists couldn't even hope to replicate.

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"Yesterday, around 9:30PM, many station employees witnessed a man with a large scar on his face at the Central City Station."

"The Station?" Maes Hughes asked, surprised. He met Alex Armstrong's eyes, whose concern and trepidation were clearly shown in his face.

"Did he run away?"

No use asking that question, really. The man with a scarred face, dubbed "Scar", had just recently found a new hobby of dropping dead State Alchemists everywhere he went. Following his trail of dead bodies as well as his easily-noticeable scar should have been easy enough to track him down, yet so far the man had proven to be a slippery one.

Ross, his Second Lieutenant and the one who reported this bad news to him, nodded her head.

Maes let out a bone weary sigh. A killer who only went after State Alchemists and managed to best them was truly a worrying matter. Currently, Scar was Amestris' most wanted fugitive, a traitor who had to be brought to justice as soon as possible. According to the autopsies, he had the ability to use alchemy himself, though he seemed to use only the 'deconstruction' aspect. Which was, apparently, enough to kill many veteran alchemists.

Maes himself wasn't an alchemist - he wasn't a bookworm enough to study Alchemy, nor was he a genius like the Elric brothers - so he was quite safe as compared to his alchemist friends. But he was worried about Roy, Armstrong and the Elrics, and so when he was appointed to be in charge of Scar's case Maes was determined to catch him, before the bastard could get his hands on them.

He was about to order Ross to contact the personnel stationed in the Central City Station when he realised that she hadn't finished her report yet.

Ross chewed on her bottom lip, seemingly excited for some reason.

"Now's a good news, I hope?" Maes asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied, flipping a page of her report as she continued, "There were also reports of an Ishvalan with grey eyes at the Central City Station, boarding for the train to East City at 10PM."

Maes leaned forward. So was Alex, because this news was equally as important as Scar's appearance, though on a much more positive note.

"The Ishvalan Saint?"

Ross nodded, "I believe so, sir."

"Call Colonel Mustang," Maes said, his eyes glinting in anticipation. "At least, this one won't bore him to death."

The sky was weeping when Scar arrived.

Thunder struck outside, its resulting flash dramatically announcing his arrival to the Tucker family. His wet attire didn't bother him much as he approached the Sewing-Life Alchemist, nor was the blood dripping from his right hand.

"You're Shou Tucker, aren't you?" Scar asked grimly, his voice tinged with the anger and loath at the man, as well as at what he represented.

"W-who are you?" the alchemist stammered, truly scared for his life for the first time. "Your attire...You're not from the military! H-how did you get in? There should have been military policemen stationed out front!"

Throughout his stuttering, Scar continued to advance upon him. Tucker was clearly a researcher-type alchemist because he couldn't even stand straight when faced with an enemy. Nonetheless, as Scar caught sight of the talking-chimera sitting nearby, Shou Tucker was still an alchemist.

An evil man.

"Alchemists, who go against God's path…"

Despicable. Rotten. Sinful, the lot of them.

"...shall perish!"

Roughly grabbing the alchemist's face, Scar activated the array on his right arm. Blue lightning bolts appeared throughout Tucker's body, and as the alchemist screamed, his blood vessels burst and his organs destroyed. Deconstructed.

The alchemist's body fell limp, collapsing on the ground in a shower of blood.

Scar sighed in part-contentment, part-frustration.

An eye for an eye. An alchemist killed to avenge thousands of Ishvalan victims.

Not enough.

Turning away from the cooling corpse, Scar landed his eyes on the poor chimera. It came closer, bending its head down and sniffing at the river of blood that led to the dead body.

Tears welled in its eyes.

"Da...ddy," it whined. "Da...ddy. Da...ddy. Da...ddy…"

How...wrong.

"This is miserable," Scar said to the...animal in front of him. "Now that you're in a state like that, there's no way to return you to normal."

Pitying the animal that was once a human - a daughter - and a victim to the alchemists, he laid his right hand on its head.

"At the very least, leave this world in peace - "

Thunder flashed, and suddenly a shadow appeared from outside the window.

Surprised, Scar promptly leaped away from the shattering window. He readied his right arm, frowning at the figure who had rudely interrupted his activity.

His eyes widened upon recognising the white hair and dark complexion of the man crouching in front of the window.

Steel grey eyes met red behind the sunglasses.

"You're...the Ishvalan Saint."

The Saint. The Steel-eyed Protector. The Ishvalan Messiah. A year ago, he appeared out of nowhere, travelling across the country to save and protect the people. He was said to discriminate no one, nor did he care about status despite himself being an Ishvalan, probably even a victim of the civil war.

Many believed him to be a saint, or at least someone blessed by God, because one day he saved a village from bandits by creating weapons out of thin air. The next day, he healed an injured man through rapid regeneration, and on another day he protected a child who was trapped in a crossfire during a skirmish with a magical barrier. He continued performing miracles here and there, yet he managed to remain inconspicuous at the same time.

Bullshit, alchemists and civilians alike would say, if not for the number of witness accounts coming from throughout the state, sometimes from the military itself.

A legend.

Nobody knew who he really was. Many Ishvalans regarded the man as their saviour, a fellow Ishvalan who was chosen by Ishvala to free them from the Amestrian government's shackles. The military hadn't said much other than claiming the man as an Ishvalan, so it was pretty clear that the man himself didn't work for the military.

But Scar felt that there was something...different about him.

"...Are you truly an Ishvalan?"

The man raised an eyebrow, before letting out a mirthless laugh.

"You're the first person to ask me that ever since I set foot on the Amestrian land," he replied. "Funny."

Scar squinted his eyes. The room was too dark to see anything clearly, but he was pretty sure the man's feature resembled more closely to a Xingese than an Ishvalan, colouring aside. He knew the differences pretty well, since Ishval used to be a relatively popular crossing point for Xingese traders heading to the west.

Besides, the grey eyes instead of red suggested that he was not an Ishvalan descent.

"A Xingese...No, a mix?"

The man shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

It matters a lot, Scar thought bitterly. Because it is a matter between God's mercy or punishment.

"I see you've...eliminated this man."

Scar snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing the words. His eyes landed on the dead man, the chimera still alive and miserable.

"He had defied God," he argued.

The man's steel eyes sharpened, "Are you playing god?"

Scar frowned, "I am carrying out God's will."

"The so-called 'God' that you're referring to cares no such thing."

Scar's eyes narrowed in anger, "You're no Ishvalan. You know nothing. The Amestrians...The alchemists slaughtered our people for the sake of evil, and they were all condemned to God's punishment."

"All humans are capable of good and evil," the man said in return. "You were about to kill the chimera too, even if she was innocent. You might reason that she is better off dead than being shipped off to the lab, but you're no different than those you loath. Who are you to judge others?"

Memory of the Amestrian doctors rose unbidden. Shocked, betrayed, bloodied -

You're no different.

Roaring in rage, Scar lunged at the man, readying his right hand to destroy. His mind reasoned that equivalent exchange or no, Ishvalan or no, this Saint was still an alchemist.

Someone who had gone against God.

You're no different.

A pair of Xingese black and white scimitars appeared on the Saint's hands. There was no visible evidence of a transmutation array, nor was there any gestures necessary to construct weapons out of thin air. The man's swords appeared just like that.

No matter. Scar grabbed the black one on the man's left hand and activated his array.

The sword immediately turned into blue particles before dissipating.

Scar's eyes widened, because instead of violently shattering like any normal objects he'd deconstructed, this sword dissipated just like that.

Even then, the man had shown no outward reaction upon finding his sword get destroyed so easily, because he countered by thrusting with his white sword.

Scar managed to dodge by a hair's breadth. He promptly made a move to destroy his opponent's outstretched right hand, but the sudden appearance of a black blade at the corner of his eye forced him to duck.

Delivering a foot sweep, he allowed the man to jump before Scar attacked from below. The man brought down his white blade, and Scar parried it by slamming the hilt with his bare left hand. The black blade soon followed, but it was quickly reduced to blue particles upon contact with Scar's right hand.

Suddenly, the black scimitar appeared on the man's left hand once more. He stabbed Scar's right hand with it, prompting Scar to grunted in pain. A right kick soon followed, propelling Scar towards the wall with the black blade still sticking in his hand.

Scar groaned, sluggishly trying to stand. It was a damn hard kick, and his right hand was now useless. The exchange barely lasted for ten seconds, yet for the first time since his journey to eliminate as many alchemists as he could, he was completely bested by one.

The man's ridiculously quick construction of blades as well as his unorthodox melee fighting style were dangerous, even for someone who had faced many veteran alchemists in the past months.

Scar was wary. This man...His skills and abilities were beyond what alchemists could ever achieve.

Impossible. Truly preposterous.

God's blessed...or God's bane?

Scar shook his head. If he couldn't carry out God's will and avenge his people's deaths, then he might as well fight to death.

He was about to lunge at the man once more when the Saint said, "Enough. This is pointless."

"What?"

"I've come here not to kill you," the man admitted. "Though, I have a question for you: have you ever heard of the Philosopher's Stone? I've been looking for one."

Scar frowned upon hearing it.

"I've only heard of the name in passing, of a stone that allows its user to bypass the equivalent exchange law. It does not exist in real life, merely a fantasy, for it is against God's laws," he grunted.

The Saint grumbled, "Figured as much."

Scar eyed the man suspiciously. "You used the stone to perform miracles, do you?"

"Of course not," he deadpanned. "There's a reason why I'm looking for one."

Then, how did you perform miracles?

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud whine coming from the chimera.

"Da...ddy...Don't...leave," it said. "Wake...up…Ni...na...hurts..."

The Saint sighed. He willed the black sword that was still embedded in Scar's right hand to dissipate. Scar hissed in pain as blood flowed freely from the wound.

"You should leave, now," the man said. "The military is coming. I have a more important matter to deal with than your brooding, anyway."

Scar's eyes twitched. He saw the man lifting the chimera up and settling it on his shoulder like a sack of potato.

The Saint glanced at Scar one more time, before leaping towards another building's rooftop in a display of superhuman strength.

Then, they were gone.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye!"

Riza Hawkeye paused, turning to see Edward calling her out, the large, fully-armoured man that was his brother Alphonse following him as usual.

"Edward, Alphonse," she greeted. "What brings you here so early in the morning?"

Riza frowned at the two in concern, especially at the golden-haired boy, because unlike the enthusiastic brothers she had known them, they were now down and depressed. Edward looked pale, the bags under his eyes indicating that he didn't get enough sleep.

"Um," Edward started, looking down at his feet. "What's going to happen to Tucker and Nina?"

So that's why.

"Mr. Tucker was supposed to be put on trial and have his State Alchemist qualifications stripped…"

She trailed off. Riza wasn't sure of what the Elric brothers would do upon hearing what she'd say next.

Edward and Alphonse looked up, noticing her hesitancy. Riza sighed in resignation. They'll find out about this sooner or later, anyway.

"...But Mr. Tucker was found dead this morning, and Nina is missing."

Their eyes widened in shock.

"D-dead? Missing?" Alphonse asked.

"He was killed," Riza said, turning to walk away. The Elrics quickly followed her.

"Why?!" Edward demanded, his voice hysteric. "By who? Where did Nina go?"

"I don't know. I am about to head to the scene myself."

Edward ran up, blocking her path as he stubbornly said, "We're coming with you."

Riza was about to forbid them to do so, but she refrained. The East City Headquarters had just received a call from Lt. Colonel Hughes saying that a man dubbed 'Scar' might be behind the murder, which indicated that the man could still be somewhere in the city. He usually targeted State Alchemists, and Edward was one, thus a target.

It would probably be best for the Elric brothers to stay close with Riza's group.

Though, she couldn't help but to warn them of what was to come.

"It'd be gruesome, so you better prepare yourself."

Edward Elric almost threw up on the spot upon finding out what had become of the Sewing-Life Alchemist.

There was so much blood, covering the corpse from head to toe. Some parts of his body were deformed, especially his head. Lt. Colonel Hughes had told them that Tucker's internal organs were completely destroyed.

It was a violent death.

Feeling sickened, Ed scrambled to leave the room, his brother Al calling him out in concern. He couldn't bear to see the dead body, no matter how much he wanted Shou Tucker pay for his sins.

Ed thought he was prepared to be a State Alchemist. He thought their human transmutation on their mother had somewhat desensitise them from the gore.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Al hovered above him in concern. He handed Ed a bottle of water, and for a moment Ed thought it must be nice for Al not to feel nauseous -

Ed slammed his head onto the wall behind him, hard enough to stop the ugly thought from continuing.

"Brother!" Al shouted in worry.

"Sorry," Ed said dizzily. "Thanks for the water."

"You should rest, brother. You didn't get enough sleep last night."

Ed shook his head.

"Nina is still missing. We have to find - "

"No," a new voice said.

The Elric brothers turned to see Colonel Mustang coming out of the room where the corpse laid, followed by Lieutenant Hawkeye, Lt. Colonel Hughes and Major Armstrong.

"There's something you need to know before going off on your own," Hughes gestured for them to follow him. "Let's head to the headquarters first."

Half an hour later, the six of them gathered in Colonel Mustang's office.

"'Scar'?" Alphonse questioned.

"Yes," Lt. Colonel Hughes said. "We don't know much about him, so that's what we call him."

"We have no idea what his aim is, and he's extremely elusive," Major Armstrong continued the conversation. "Only that he has a large scar on his forehead, is probably an Ishvalan and targets State Alchemists. So far, eleven State Alchemists were found murdered by him, including Shou Tucker and Basque Grand."

Ed shuddered. State Alchemists. He was one, and now there was a possibility that he would end up like Mr. Tucker.

"But you said he was probably injured, right? You told us there was a trace of blood that wasn't Mr. Tucker's," Ed asked. Hopefully, it wasn't Nina's. "So can't we track him down?"

Lt. Colonel Hughes shook his head, "True. But the rain washed down the rest of his blood trail, so he could be anywhere in the city now. And the blood test could take a few days, even weeks or months, to find out whose blood it is exactly."

They fell into an uneasy silence, dreading the moment Scar would come for them next.

"What about Nina?" Al asked out loud.

The seniors looked at each other. Colonel Mustang finally sighed, before looking at the Elric brothers in the eye.

"Hughes told me that the Ishvalan Saint was here, in the East City - and he might still be here," he said. Ed and Al perked up at that. "Nina missing could mean good or bad, but I suspect he was involved in this."

"The Ishvalan Saint is said to be benevolent," Al said excitedly. "Could it be him who took her away?"

Colonel Mustang seemed to have a different opinion, because he shook his head.

"Nina is a...chimera. One who could understand human language," the colonel argued. "The Ishvalan Saint might have good intention, but we don't even know if Nina was taken by him, kidnapped by someone else, or went off by herself to begin with."

"Then, we gotta find him," Ed said in determination. Al nodded in agreement. "We got some important questions for him, anyway."

It was four days after their confrontation when Scar struck again, this time targeting Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

Counter Guardian EMIYA, or Archer as he used to be called during the Fifth Holy Grail war, observed their fight from a nearby rooftop. Despite the military's precaution, Scar seemed to have caught the Elrics off guards, because without warning he killed off their escorts and quickly moved on to the blond kid.

The kid and the armoured man who Archer suspected to be Alphonse Elric had worked together remarkably well so far, protecting each other's back and counter-attacking Scar's advances smoothly. Though, this might be partly because of Scar being handicapped by his hand injury.

The wound reminded him again of the poor young girl, Nina Tucker, who was a victim to her own father's obsession on alchemy. Archer had managed to intervene before Scar could kill her, but he was too late to prevent the alchemist from turning her into an animal.

Fortunately, alchemy was still a branch of magecraft, or at least was considered as one, so Rule Breaker could work. The jagged, iridescent dagger of Medea had the capability to returned magical contracts, items and creatures back to their original components, in a state before they were made. The process had involved many screamings of pain on Nina's part, but as of now she had successfully turned back into a human (though, sadly, her dog had died during the process).

Archer felt bad for inflicting more pain on the young girl, but it was either that or leaving her to death. He was a hypocrite, because he was no different than Scar, after all. Despite his previous argument, Archer would rather kill Nina himself than leaving her to crazy alchemists if not for Rule Breaker.

Archer shook his head. No, even if he had no access to Rule Breaker, he would find other means to return Nina back to normal. Ever since he set foot on this world, Archer had vowed to himself not to kill people if possible (except for his targets, or if he had no choice). His last summon to the Fifth Holy Grail War had revived his resolve once more, and he ought to save as many people as he could.

He couldn't be an Ally of Justice anymore, but that was the least he could do.

Besides, Alaya's mission this time was more like a vacation to him than the usual culling task. Apparently, Alaya owed a divine being from another world called 'Truth' a favour. Truth was now demanding Alaya to return the favour by lending Truth her best agent.

Truth wanted a certain...being dead. The Dwarf in the Flask, the being was called, had been trying to steal Truth's power by becoming a vessel to the divine, destroying the balance of the world by doing so. Truth, on the other hand, could only communicate with the Earthens if and only human transmutation was performed, by which not many dared to try.

So, here Archer was, becoming Truth's temporary agent in Amestris.

Truth had given him a couple of hints that would lead him to the Dwarf in the Flask, mainly about the existence of the Philosopher's Stone (another thing that had apparently irked Truth), the Homunculi and the Human Sacrifices.

"Find them," Truth had said. "Especially the one named Edward Elric. He is an interesting human; he should provide you with sufficient entertainment while you are there."

Cool.

"Al!"

The distressed shout snapped Archer out of his thoughts. He looked over the rooftop walls to see Alphonse collapsing on the ground, his armour…empty?

'What,' Archer rubbed his eyes, then took a look at the armour again. 'No, the empty armour was definitely moving just now.'

Alphonse Elric was somehow still alive, though how did he do that without a human body but only an armour was a mystery. Archer concluded that it might be the result of the Human Transmutation Truth was talking about.

"You bastard!" Edward roared, lunging at Scar with his transmuted dagger readied. His anger made him reckless, and Scar utilised it by grabbing Edward's right hand and activated his transmutation array.

Though, for some reason instead of a mangled arm Edward's arm was fine. Moments later, his automail arm was revealed, which the kid had used to transmute a blade.

'So that's why he's called Fullmetal Alchemist,' Archer mused. 'I thought it was because of the constant presence of his armoured brother.'

Scar and the Elrics conversed a bit more (Alphonse told his brother to run away, but Edward vehemently refused to do so. Scar kept mumbling only to himself, that broody, sad man), then Edward clashed with the Ishvalan once more.

Seconds later, Scar easily destroyed Edward's automail arm by deconstruction with his right hand. Archer sighed. What a waste of good materials.

Edward scrambled backwards in fear. His right arm was now useless, rendering him incapable of performing Alchemy. He was completely at mercy of the vengenceful man.

Well, time for action. Wouldn't do for the midget to be dead.

Archer traced Kanshou on his right hand, before throwing it at the Ishvalan man. Scar seemed to have noticed the black sword at the corner of his eye, or maybe it was the man's survival instinct, because he managed to leap back and escape the blade's trajectory by a hair's breadth.

"You…," he snarled upon noticing Archer's presence.

"I thought the last time we met I'd made a clear point, Scar," Archer said as he leaped to the ground, landing between Scar and the blond kid. Edward bulged his eyes out, startled and completely floored by Archer's inhuman feat of fifteen feet jump without so much of a broken bone. "You seem to have yet learnt your mistakes."

Scar hissed at him, "He's a State Alchemist, one of many beings who alter the original form of matter. In other words, an affront to God, the creator of all. By God's decree, he deserves to die."

"True," Archer replied, narrowing his eyes. "But he's still a kid, still innocent. He has never participated in any war." Yet.

"Then, acting as God's hand, I shall bring you judgement instead!"

Tracing Kanshou and Bakuya, Archer blocked Scar's overhead kick in time. Scar jump back to touch the wall of a building, before using his right hand to create an explosion out of it.

Archer leaped back to avoid getting hit by chunks of concrete, grabbing Edward's collar along the way. He threw the blond kid to the alley where his brother Alphonse was.

The cloud of dust that had rose prevented him from seeing his opponent. No matter.

Projecting six mundane swords in the air, Archer launched them at the smoke screen. Scar emerged from the dust to avoid being impaled, giving Archer the opportunity to throw Kanshou and Bakuya in an arc at him.

The Ishvalan whirled to dodge the flying blades, touching the ground as he did so. He activated his array, prompting blue lightning bolts to travel across the ground towards his opponent, intending to destroy his footings.

Archer reinforced his legs to jump higher than what human was capable of, and he threw a new set of Kanshou and Bakuya towards the Ishvalan.

Scar dodged them once more, though he had to quickly scramble away in order to escape getting sliced by the first Bakuya. Two identical pairs of scimitars magically flew around him due to their special property of attraction, and Scar had a hard time avoiding them without getting harmed.

Grunting in exertion, Scar managed to touch one flying blade with a display of agility and destroy it, then another blade, and another. The last sword fell to the ground, having lost its attraction effect, but by then Scar's body was littered with minor cuts and lacerations. His sunglasses were long gone, revealing his red eyes to the world.

Breathing hard, Scar looked over his opponent and grunted, "How did you not even feel tired?"

"You're the one who kept moving around. Most of the time I only threw my swords," Archer deadpanned. Besides, a normal human is no match to a Counter Guardian.

Archer admitted that the man was tenacious, because despite sporting numerous wounds Scar seemed ready to continue. Though, he froze upon hearing the sound of skidding tires and heavy footsteps behind him.

A gunshot reverberated throughout the area.

"That's enough," a dark-haired man exclaimed, raising the gun where the shot had originated. "You've made quite a mess of things, Scar, Saint."

Archer twitched. That name was really creative.

The dark-haired man turned to address Scar. His eyes, as well as many others, widened upon seeing the red irises, nonetheless he continued talking.

"I'll be taking you into custody, Scar, under the offense of murdering a series of State Alchemists."

Scar tsked in annoyance. He briefly glanced at Archer, before deciding to lift his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"Good, now - "

"I will eliminate those who interfere with my duty," Scar said out loud. "However, the time shall not be today."

Bringing his right hand down, he deconstructed the ground beneath him. It exploded and collapsed, generating enough cloud of dust to cover his escape to the sewer.

Archer sighed, though he refused to relax his fighting stance in the presence of potential enemies. The military seemed to have the same thought, since they immediately turned to aim their guns at him instead.

The dark-haired man frowned at him, partly in displeasure by the fact that Scar had escaped once more, partly in wariness of the man in front of him. A man who was thought to be a legend.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Saint," he said. "I am - "

"Don't call me that," Archer snapped. "I am no saint. Call me Archer." Alaya damn knows I am the furthest thing from a saint.

Several eyebrows were raised.

"Fine, Archer it is, though I don't see a bow anywhere. I am Colonel Roy Mustang of the Amestrian military," the newly introduced colonel said.

'Quite a high-ranking soldier, huh?' Archer thought. 'I wonder if he knows about the Fuhrer being a homunculus, or if he has ever heard of one.'

Mustang was about to continue speaking when a loud bang resounded from the alley.

Fully alert, Archer whirled around brandishing his twin swords in preparation for an enemy attack. Instead, he saw Edward 'magically' spinning in front of his half-destroyed armoured brother before slamming to the wall.

"Stupid brother! I told you to run away!" Alphonse screamed. Archer was a bit put off upon realising that the younger brother couldn't have facial expressions, though the helmet's face was forever grim-looking.

"Don't be stupid, Al! I can't just leave you to die!"

Alphonse punched his brother. Ah, so that was why Edward did an impromptu cartwheel.

Archer and the soldiers present watched on the drama between the two close brothers, not realising that the effects of their bickering had managed to make the adults relax.

Minutes of a shouting match about living a full life or something, and a more subdued conversation about them being pathetic wrecks, the Elric brothers finally noticed the attention from their surrounding. Edward blushed in embarrassment, though it didn't stop Archer from smiling and projecting a coat to cover the boy's mangled automail.

A bespectacled man appeared out of nowhere.

"Yo! I am Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes - "

"Where have you been?!" Mustang spluttered.

" - I was taking precaution in case you freaks decide to fight! Don't you know how destructive State Alchemists are when they fight?!" Hughes harrumphed.

Then, he turned to Archer, smiling brightly as he continued talking, "Anyway, we should talk more in the headquarters. I'm sure we all have questions for you, Ishvalan Saint."

Archer twitched again. Fucking creative.