Roy was completely silent as he worked, glad to see that the others were keeping their thoughts to themselves as well. It expedited the process, and while the alchemist wasn't looking forward to the drained feeling that would follow the transmutation, he didn't want to spend the entire night in his room either.

Once the array was finished, he moved over with the paper to the pile of metal, sizing it up with a nod. There might even be some leftover, which he could just put back into his stash.

Kneeling, he put down the piece of paper and moved the metal on top of it, leaving a corner of the array exposed. He only took a moment to collect his thoughts, seeing how he had done this a few times before and knew how it went by now.

Then, he set his hands down on the array and the normal yellow light shot up, bright enough to cover the metal as it was reformed. Roy closed his eyes and willed the materials to morph into the proper shape -- it took about half a minute, but then the light died down and there was a katana in place of what had been there before, along with some leftover metal beside it.

Roy was gasping, with both hands planted heavily on the floor as he tried to fight back the wave of exhaustion that always overtook him. He had hoped that he would get used to it, but he never seemed to be able to.