The deed was done, and through the bomber's desperate struggling and yelling, Greed felt a hell of a lot better than he had before. The smug satisfaction in the face of Kimbley's helplessness was short-lived, however, as the alchemist managed to wrench his injured arm from Greed's grasp.

Greed's eyes widened, still not used to only having the strength of a human, and though he tried to dodge Kimbley's attack, he could only move so far while still keeping the rest of the bomber pinned down on the floor. It was with a snarl that he endured the nails digging into his skin, and in a split second, he too had sustained damage, the blood from Kimbley's palm mixing with the red streaks that now ran down the homunculus' face.

Not much damage, but for a homunculus, even a small wound was a big one.

Greed's clawed hand pushed down on Kimbley's chest as the other shot out to grab Kimbley's arm. The homunculus looked bestial as he sneered with sharp teeth against the pain in his cheek, and though he was wary of the alchemist finding out that he didn't have the healing capabilities he'd once taken for granted, he wasn't afraid yet.

"Kill me how?" He grinned. "Scratch me to death?"