[[On the other side of that wall, Armstrong is silently following the sound of Kimblee's footsteps as he paces, gauntlets at the ready, light on his feet. His experiences in Ishval made him very sensitive to that sort of thing; he still can't forget some of the sounds the people trapped behind his wall made as they died. He shudders involuntarily.
When the footsteps pause he crouches, shielding his face as he waits, and his wait is soon rewarded; Kimblee's attack crashes into the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust and blasting a large hole through the rock. This is his chance.
Catlike, Armstrong pounces through the hole, taking advantage of the dust cloud obscuring Kimblee's vision to close in on him. Just as he thought; he's standing right in front of the hole, completely oblivious. He won't even see him coming.
Putting on a burst of speed, Armstrong yells triumphantly as he materializes out of the dust to barrel into Kimblee, knocking him over and catching his arms as he goes. The result is....well. Kimblee has now found himself with a half-naked Armstrong straddling him (well not quite, Armstrong is on his knees; that would simply be far too awkward...), gripping his wrists tightly so that he can't perform his alchemy.]]
Your lack of creativity lets you down, Kimblee! I have you now!!
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When the footsteps pause he crouches, shielding his face as he waits, and his wait is soon rewarded; Kimblee's attack crashes into the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust and blasting a large hole through the rock. This is his chance.
Catlike, Armstrong pounces through the hole, taking advantage of the dust cloud obscuring Kimblee's vision to close in on him. Just as he thought; he's standing right in front of the hole, completely oblivious. He won't even see him coming.
Putting on a burst of speed, Armstrong yells triumphantly as he materializes out of the dust to barrel into Kimblee, knocking him over and catching his arms as he goes. The result is....well. Kimblee has now found himself with a half-naked Armstrong straddling him (well not quite, Armstrong is on his knees; that would simply be far too awkward...), gripping his wrists tightly so that he can't perform his alchemy.]]
Your lack of creativity lets you down, Kimblee! I have you now!!