THE BEAST WITHIN KEEPS HOWLING

[The camera feed cuts on and the camera rolls and bounces as it falls out of his hand and there is a heavy thud as he falls over.

When the camera finally comes to a halt, it shows him laying there on the floor, limbs twitching and foaming at the mouth.]

The... the smell...

Curse the other day. That was tacky.

'Blinging' stuff up? I get enough of gaudy red jackets from pesky kids.

This today. I don't even know what to make of it.

( [Private to Colonel Mustang] )

[He suddenly finds himself in the square. There is blood dripping down, the bandages on his arm soaked through. Various wounds are across his body. His breathing is laboured, animalistic in nature to those who can only hear him. To those that can see him, he is a fairly large looking lion, wearing pants and a torn tee-shirt.]

Shit!

[He looks around, for this doesn't make any sense. He pulls himself upwards, shuffling, as the man is heavily injured.]

Kimblee… Pride.

[Those names are growled with anger as he tries to see where they went.]

Where… Their scent. I can't-  Crap! Alphonse?!