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Cyril was lucky he saved his scotch. He kept hold of it in his left hand and sipped from it as the hooligans showed up. "Ugh... Such a pain in the a**..." He stood from his seat, his automail shining in the sunlight through the train window. "You guys have a lot of nerve..." He snapped his fingers on his open hand and created an icy rapier to use. "I'd suggest crawling back into whatever hole you crawled out of." He pointed the rapier at the closest thug.

While Faulkner was in the engine room as the train rocked. "What was that?" she asked the engineer. When he shook his head, she said, "Keep the train moving. We'll take care of everything. We just need to get to East City on time." With that, she took out one of her pistols and headed to the back train car. If Cyril is up to his shenanigans again, I'm going to kill him! He doesn't need to prove he's all macho, especially with Elric on board.... When she got to the car door, she looked through the window.

Letting out an exasperated sigh Joesph looked around. He had just finished the last of the paperwork that had come across his desk. The pile in his out box was rather large and daunting now that he looked at it. "Well that's a way to kill a morning" he muttered standing up slowly as he walked out of his office careful not to knock it over. The day so far had been an easy one even if he had needed to stop into the office earlier to get the paper work done it wasn't that large of a deal. With a few cups of coffee in him he was ready to take on what ever the day had for him.

As he was leaving a shiver slowly made it's way up the man's back as he stopped dead in his tracks. A bad feeling had hit him suddenly as he stopped to think about it before pinching the brim of his nose with his fingers. "Please let him not destroy anything on something as simple as an escort" he muttered. He knew why he had gotten the feeling the same one he had always been getting it over. The Frostfire alchemist ever since he had become one of the alchemists under him had made more then his fair share of paper work for the man. "Keep him in line Faulkner please" Joesph muttered again before again heading off.

The blue haired man's pant's fell, but he didn't seem to care. "Back up? Sure." He didn't turn to face the woman who was assiting Frostfire, and only laughed. "Weapon? Why would I need a weapon? I'm worse than any weapon ever made!" As he spoke, his voice became distorted and deeper, taking on a gravel tone. His body bulked up and his skin took on a dark gray shape. His jaw seemed to bulge out as his teeth became larger and razor sharp. By the time he reached his full form, he was doubled in size and slowly pushing the woman back out of the door. His tail wrapped itself around her leg as he gave a throaty chuckle. "I'm Sharkodile! Chimera leader of the Bloody Ocean gang! Your bullets, ice, and burns won't stop me!"

(Oh I will have alot of action. Filling the paper work out from the damage that is soon to happen on that poor poor train.)

While Cyril was definitely surprised, he didn't let his face show it. He dissipated the rapier and grabbed hold of the chimera with the same hand. "Tell me, do you know how much of any living being's body is made up of water? More than half, which means I could turn you into my own weapon, or just a permanent frozen fixture. The latter sounds more entertaining..." The circle on the back of his glove began to glow, as he attempted to freeze the water throughout the chimera's body.