wind them up and wish them away (closed)

[rewritethis]

Characters: Rainbow Dash and Ed Elric
Location: Training Centre
Rating: Probable PG-13 for language and/or violence; other stuff to be edited in.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: What's a lifelong killjoy to do during Homecoming season, apart from bask in the fact that he's not in it this time? Drag somebody down who is, obviously!


For some reason, what struck Ed first as he stepped into the by now familiarly humid air of the fake jungle was the flyer - small, ragged and so damp you could only have guessed that the front of it used to read "LAS THOMAS FOR HOMEC", but nevertheless apparently important enough for somebody to climb all the way up a tree and leave it there, to drip and flutter in the draught brought in by the closing doors. When you thought about it, it was practically symbolic.

"Looks like someone was serious about their popularity contest," he said, with a smile that didn't suggest it was a compliment, and turned his head. "If you weren't so eager to screw around in here, you could learn a thing or two."

Comments

[rewritethis]

Whatever he did have in mind a moment ago, it took a backseat to his throwing himself the hell out of the way. But there was a little tearing noise behind him as he did it, and the almost graceful roll he'd intended just turned into some more painful scraping across the disturbed turf. Damn rock.

The next order of business was to scramble to his feet, but with the state of the battlefield, finding a steady foothold wasn't quite as trivial as it might have been - and again, for just one distracted moment, left him open.

[elementofloyalty]

"How 'bout some alchemy, Ed?" Rainbow taunted as she pulled up into a tight Immelman loop, rolling at the top to strike back at him like a descending arrow. She had him now!

[rewritethis]

She did, because the split second of indignation it took for him to whip his head around and open his mouth to yell back at her cost him his chance to evade the lightning-fast blow. He went over heavily, kicking up a choking dust cloud from where his face unceremoniously mashed itself against the ground.

[elementofloyalty]

The horrible ironic thing was: instead of following up with an elbow-drop or a flying tackle or a Diving Destroyer, Rainbow veered sharply away. She honestly believed that had been too easy, and Ed had just been setting a trap for her!