[Envy lets Ed kick him as he quickly gets to his own feet; it's not doing anything to stop him. He still hasn't let go of Ed's ankle, holding it up to keep Ed from gaining his own feet, and that's got to make it more difficult to kick him with enough force.]
[Envy aims a few sharp kicks of his own at Ed's side, grinning viciously, before suddenly dropping Ed's ankle and crouching to partly kneel on Ed's chest, one knee digging into his stomach and the other foot stepping on his flesh-and-blood hand. He holds the automail arm down with one hand. He doesn't want Ed transmuting.]
Looks like you're not doing so well, Edward.
[It would be so easy to just kill him. Nobody's around to see, and Ed's not a permanent resident. Nobody would find out after the fact, especially not if he hid the body. It would be satisfying as hell.]
[Wouldn't it?]
[Now that he's actually got Ed down...he's not so certain. He'd been certain, once. Back when the only person who was important enough to influence him was Dante.]
[Had killing his half-brother even been his intention, when he started this fight? He'd wanted to kick Ed around, sure, he'd wanted the chance to take out his anger and grief on someone he already hated. Who he still hates. What is he doing?]
[How would France look at him, if he could see this? How would Heather, or Tulio or Henry? 'Even you deserve help.']
[For a moment, the uncertainty shows through, replacing the sneer on his face. Then he scowls, frustrated and furious...and lets go, stands up, and takes a few steps back.]
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[Envy lets Ed kick him as he quickly gets to his own feet; it's not doing anything to stop him. He still hasn't let go of Ed's ankle, holding it up to keep Ed from gaining his own feet, and that's got to make it more difficult to kick him with enough force.]
[Envy aims a few sharp kicks of his own at Ed's side, grinning viciously, before suddenly dropping Ed's ankle and crouching to partly kneel on Ed's chest, one knee digging into his stomach and the other foot stepping on his flesh-and-blood hand. He holds the automail arm down with one hand. He doesn't want Ed transmuting.]
Looks like you're not doing so well, Edward.
[It would be so easy to just kill him. Nobody's around to see, and Ed's not a permanent resident. Nobody would find out after the fact, especially not if he hid the body. It would be satisfying as hell.]
[Wouldn't it?]
[Now that he's actually got Ed down...he's not so certain. He'd been certain, once. Back when the only person who was important enough to influence him was Dante.]
[Had killing his half-brother even been his intention, when he started this fight? He'd wanted to kick Ed around, sure, he'd wanted the chance to take out his anger and grief on someone he already hated. Who he still hates. What is he doing?]
[How would France look at him, if he could see this? How would Heather, or Tulio or Henry? 'Even you deserve help.']
[For a moment, the uncertainty shows through, replacing the sneer on his face. Then he scowls, frustrated and furious...and lets go, stands up, and takes a few steps back.]
Tch, I've won, I'm done here.