<strong>Character:</strong>Viktor Ursa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rush Valley<br/><strong>Player:</strong>JessieJames<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All Players<br/><hr/><br/>It was odd to hear someone think he was pitying them but he supposed not unheard of. Tilting his head to the side he gave a shrug, "I though you might need this but not because you look pathetic," He stated, "Its more that I thought you might simply be fatigued due to lack of water."<br/><br/>Heat stroke was common in these parts from what he understood and was especially rampant among those with automail. The metal while designed to functional still behaved like metal and heated up under the gaze of the sun. A loud explosion broke him from his musings. His gaze instantly finding the expanding black cloud of smoke from the foothills just south of their location. His gut clenched in that way only having seen battle first hand would make one do.<br/><br/>"I hope that wasn't as bad..." He never finished as a few women and children came running down the streets pleading for help. It was hard to understand what they were trying to convey in their panic but he understood well enough, "This is not a good day."<br/><br/>Hell he thought here he wouldn't have to use his alchemy for anything but fun and games. And Rush Valley wasn't known for its alchemist to say the least. His voice carried as he stood up straighter. Years of being under the command of General Armstrong had built him into the type to take charge if no other authority was about. It was how she trained all of her men, to function as their own unit of command in the absence of it.<br/><br/>"Clear the streets! All able bodied follow me."<br/><br/>The scene was simple. A nearby underground mine had collapsed due to a misplaced keg of gunpowder. Workers were trapped inside with limited time of survival. He would need alchemy that worked better than his own, "By chance are their any alchemists around?" Besides myself he added mentally.