Greed was doing a good job keeping Kimbley at bay where he could, but that was before a calm and commanding voice broke through fight and caused them both to search for its source.

Greed's violet eyes darted away from the bomber, though his grip remained strong. The hall was dark and though the homunculus could make out the third man's figure and the vague lines of his face, he didn't recognize him as someone he knew particularly well, at least not in this light.

"I'm busy," Greed growled, and though the nonchalance with which the newcomer had spoken was unsettling, it wasn't enough to distract him from the situation at hand. Kimbley struggling underneath him was getting old and tiring as was, and with grit teeth, the homunculus brought his fist back and slammed it into the alchemist's jaw.