She trembled, her tied self wriggling to struggle out of her bonds. It was unbearable. The stench of death, the strewn bones all around. The rusted knife, the ugly breath of the broken, monstrous shell of a man. She let out a little yelp, as the guy waved the knife in front of her. But it seemed as if it couldn't escape.

"Now, my dear, why don't we take it nice and gently..." The serial killer, the scum of Amestris grinned, as he worked his way with the knife, ripping the clothes of the woman, delicatedly. He was awarded a vision of brown, while frantic red eyes darted in every direction. "A rare bird, you are, Ishvalan girl. Still, I would have more palatable targets than you... scarred as you are in the waist. But I cannot be that much of a picky eater." The madmen said with a singsong voice. "It's hard to get prey these days for old me... with the nosy State Alchemists and the Military always lurking about..."

And the woman stopped trembling, her gaze becoming cloudy and unfocused. "So, giving up, my dear? Good, good." Her sight rolled upwards, a signal of her being fed up with everything. Life was full of calamities, after all.

And then, she clapped.

"Huh?" The serial killer looked curious at the binds of her hands. Crackling, the binds were disolving. [i]Alchemy![/i] He thought to himself, as his eyes went wide, and quickly reacting, he tried to plunge a knife into the woman's chest, to prevent whatever she was doing. However, he soon lost equilibrium, as a powerful leg sweep from the woman made him tumble sideways. [i]How she can move like that being bound!?[/i] The ex-military cursed as he saw she clapping a second time, freeing her feet for the second time. Letting out a battle cry  he grabbed the knife and once again lunged against her. Two feet stopped his chest, putting her neck out of his arm's reach, and propelled the demented man backwards as she sprung into a fighting stance.

"Who...are you..." The killer said. No answer was given, except that she clapped a third time, grabbing a bronze chandellier who somehow had survived the decay of the place, shifting into a crude mask. "No..." He blanched, recognizing the mask of the rumours of alleways. 

"The hunter becomes the hunted." Wraith added, capitalizing the shock of the serial killer. "A worm like you needs to be crushed, no matter my enmity with the Amestrian. You killed countless people, and defiled an temple. And you must pay the price."

"Crazy Ishvalan bitch! Bring it on!" The military man spat, regaining his wits somehow and adquiring a fighting stance, before trying to circle his opponent. Wraith tilted her head, and picked an improvised weapon, a delicate femur of one of her victims. She looked at it thoughtfully. Bones made really poor weapons.

[i]Bones do have a high content in Calcium though. And Oxygen aswell.[/i] Wraith took mental note of it, as she clapped her hands once more, and transmuted the inert bone of the victim. [i]Poetic Justice as its finest![/i] The old man, thinking she had dropped her guard, lunged once more.

Wraith swung once, the bone disintegrating into white dust as she did so. Colliding with the man's face. And then it begun to hiss, [i]melt and burn[/i]. Quicklime began to eat half of the man's face as he howled in pain, and clutching his face he staggered back.

"AAAAAH! GOD!!" He said, his body beginning to shake with the unbearable pain of chemical burns. He tumbled once, and his instincts triggered, making him panic. He began to run away, towards the exit. "NO, GET AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE! HELP! MERCY!" He yelled, panicked.

"Was this was you wanted me to scream? Like all your other victims?" The Ishvalan avenger said in a somber voice as she took a brisk pace, following him. "Don't worry  my dear... Things will be all over soon." she spat back at the assasin, as she transmuted once again. A large spear came forth bursting from the ground, impaling her target from the back to front, his chest exploding into a bloody shower.

It was then when Wraith noticed the person with the State Alchemist attire.

"Damn. I am cursed by Ishvala after all". She chastised herself, having become so fixated on making the assasin pay for his crimes that she had neglected her surroundings a bit.