This was getting out of hand. Roy let go of Blake's hands after he was slammed against the wall hard enough to feel it. He pulled his gloves off and slipped them into a pocket, revealing the thick, almost matching scars from where swords had been stuck through his hands and the fainter scar on his right where he'd carved the transmutation circle.

The irritation and disgust were gone, replaced with a much more serious expression. "I strongly suggest you let go." His entire demeanor had changed from the smug bastard Roy Mustang to the serious, no more nonsense Roy Mustang.