[OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SACRED AND MANY THINGS THAT ARE NOT - ]
Major!
[Kimblee doesn't think before he responds, the reaction instinctive; he's brought his hands together, the clapping sound sharp and harsh - he's avoiding aiming anything at the other alchemist and so directly tearing through the ground is out of the question, but that doesn't mean he's completely unable to do anything, and the alchemic energy crackles sharply between his hands as he separates them.
He hates trying to direct anything through the air, for the same reason he hates guns - he can't read it or find any sort of consistent energy flow to follow, as he does with most substances. He knows that logically he's in control of whatever projectile he puts out there, but it still feels uncontrolled and random; as such, he usually reserves what he's going to do as either a last-minute line of defense if he doesn't have time to manage anything else, or a device to draw his opponent's attention elsewhere.
He forces the energy directly into the ground, arcing it through the air a few feet in front of him, forcing a detonation on impact; it isn't anything large-scale, but it is loud as hell. Not very beautiful, but he's not trying for aesthetics right now; he's just fully aware that he has no control over the situation and like hell if he's going to actually approach Armstrong right now in an attempt to assert himself.]
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Major!
[Kimblee doesn't think before he responds, the reaction instinctive; he's brought his hands together, the clapping sound sharp and harsh - he's avoiding aiming anything at the other alchemist and so directly tearing through the ground is out of the question, but that doesn't mean he's completely unable to do anything, and the alchemic energy crackles sharply between his hands as he separates them.
He hates trying to direct anything through the air, for the same reason he hates guns - he can't read it or find any sort of consistent energy flow to follow, as he does with most substances. He knows that logically he's in control of whatever projectile he puts out there, but it still feels uncontrolled and random; as such, he usually reserves what he's going to do as either a last-minute line of defense if he doesn't have time to manage anything else, or a device to draw his opponent's attention elsewhere.
He forces the energy directly into the ground, arcing it through the air a few feet in front of him, forcing a detonation on impact; it isn't anything large-scale, but it is loud as hell. Not very beautiful, but he's not trying for aesthetics right now; he's just fully aware that he has no control over the situation and like hell if he's going to actually approach Armstrong right now in an attempt to assert himself.]