Metal Vs Storm

Prince of the Xing Empire

     "You sure about coming along?" Edward raised he eyebrows at the white haired officer.
     "You want to get rid of me?" Toshiro smirked lightly.
     "HA! You wish!" Edward laughed.
     "Are you sure you will be ok with your injury?" Alphonse asked, ever the nice person.
      "Truthfully, if I stick around any longer, the docter, Mrs Rami would probably drag me back inside, something I rather despise." Toshiro cringed.
      "Finally someone agree with me." Edward laughed as though he made the greatest discovery ever.

       They had taken a train to Rushvalley because of Edward's broken automail and hoped that Winery will be willing to fix it without killing Edward. At the moment however, they were just sightseeing for the sake  of preserving the lenght of Edward's life.
    Alphonse suddenly broke of from the group, with Edward infront, he did not notice but Toshiro did and followed right after him.

    "Hey, you reckon it's dead?" Alphonse asked Toshiro quietly.
     "Nah, still looks like it's kinda breathing." The quiet tone was returned.
     "Should we poke it?" Alphonse looked at him.
      "Could be dangerous." Toshiro snickered.
      Edward now noticed their disappearance, he stalked over to them, hearing snippets of their conversation, he immediately thinks the worst. "That had better NOT be a cat because if it is, you're both not having it!"
     Edward peered over them and proceeded to yelp like a strangled cat..... On the ground lay a teenager about 17 years by the looks, with black hair and richly designed clothes, he looked as if from another country...and he was mostly unconscious moaning lightly "foooooooooddd...."

    That's how they ended up sitting infront of a food shop, staring in horror as 'Ling' proceeded to devour food at even Edward could rival against.
    "So Ling what is a prince like you doing here?" Edward questioned suspiciously.
     "Simple, I'm looking for something, something very important." Ling grinned mischievously.
     "And what will that be?" Alphonse asked from his position at the side of he brother.
     ".... the philosopher's stone."
     "Yup, I have definitely lost interest already, I'm going to look for Rockbell. I'm sure you will be fine here." With that Toshiro, with his hood up, walked away when he heard the affirmative from Edward and Alphonse.
    "Interesting friend you have there , mysterious." He heard Ling say.

   
    Toshiro had to admit, Rushvalley was really a piece of work. Their level of work, the limit in automail, it was really eye-opening.
    He frowned, he was being watched, he turned directions and entered an alleyway and came to a stop where a box was made from the ajoined walls, just enough space for a fight. Personally, he could handle a fight but he would rather not get citizens involved without reason.
     He was rewared for his patience. The blade came at his back, he simply turned to his side, as it passed him, he snatched it, spun, and retured the blade with the same strenght in the direction it came from.
    "You know, I've always wanted a close up combat with an assassin from another country." Toshiro smiled, the glint in his eyes would've made an ordinary man run like hell was on his tail.
     "So have I, I guess we make an agreement." A man by the sound of the voice stepped out of the shadows with a black cloak and a white a red mask.
       Time sped up, the two hooded males circled each other, without warning, they rushed.
       Toshiro spun as the man slashed a blade at him and returned fire with the blade he pulled form the straps on his leg. The blades clashed, sparks flew and they jumped back. Toshiro pulled his hood closer.
     Toshiro spun the dagger in his hand and moved in for a horizontal slash, 'Kuro' as Toshiro deemed him, ducked and  aimed to trip Toshiro but he managed to cross them and spin in a downward slash.
     The mask snapped neatly in two. The face of an old man with greying hair and a beard was reveled as their blades crossed again, holding them at standstill.
     Toshiro had one hand on the blade and the other behind his back holding another, he had no intention of killing him-
     'Kuro' laughed lightly and Toshiro suddenly realised why, he could feel a slight breeze ruffle his hair, the hood had fallen.
     "You're really the interesting one, I know you're holding back, the question is why?"
     "You should really be saving your breath." Toshiro fired back at the panting man.
   Time considerably slowed down. His locked blade was pulled, a step forward was taken, the blade behind his back reveled, lifted high and aimed straight at 'Kuro's' neck, 'Kuro' spun and Toshiro crossed his feet again. Kuro's elbow was aimed at his old wound and his blades aimed for his heart.