Alas, you were caught in the middle of the war, fighting for your life. Even if the soldiers were somehow taken out, you saw a man standing on the edge of the rooftop. Hadn't he been an enemy, you'd think that he was handsome — tall, lean, long black hair in a ponytail, striking blue eyes. Yet, he looked down, scanning the grounds and looking at all the Ishvalan people trying to escape his sadism. You heard an explosion right behind you. Your back was scratched, and you saw blood. And Solf J Kimblee was standing right in front of you with a huge grin on your face. "It's not good to walk alone. You're a Ishvalan, your husband would be mad. Also, now I have to waste my glorious power on killing a single woman." Solf then got behind you and tried to kick you in the back.