[The young Homunculus comes stumbling to a halt not too long after the Pidgeot lands. He doesn't need to breathe, but his shoulders are heaving anyway as he lifts his head to glare viciously at Al through his strands of matted hair.]
[He doesn't say anything yet. But his fists are clenched.]
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[He doesn't say anything yet. But his fists are clenched.]