The punch came hard, and Kimbley's entire head rang with the blow. Pain exploded in his mouth along with blood, flooding it with the taste of iron and copper. Greed's fists were already stronger than any normal human's; coated with a thick, black layer of solidified carbon, they were deadly. He supposed it was fortunate that this place had sapped the homunculus' strength.

Regardless, Kimbley was completely dazed and almost on the brink of unconsciousness due to that hit. He wasn't quite there when the Fuhrer abruptly yanked Greed off of him and hauled him upright, pinning him against the wall with one fist and keeping Greed at bay. It was with unfocused eyes that he looked up at his former highest-commanding officer and smirked, blood trailing down his chin and staining his teeth faintly pink.

"I don't forgive," he muttered, trying to regain his footing as the pain throbbed in the back of his head. Focus. Either get back your control or die at the hands of a homunculus in front of the Fuhrer. That would just be embarassing.