King Bradley sat at the end of the long, ornate table usually used for meetings with the generals except that said generals had squeezed in to make room for five Xingese delegates on the opposite end. A group of Ishbalans stood near them, not even seated. This was the post-war meeting for the discussion of surrender terms with Xing putting forth a few delegates to observe but the atmosphere was completely unlike a meeting of any sort. "God will strike you down for this!" one of the Ishbalans bellowed at Bradley who wasn't even phased. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the noted topic. "How many more of your people must I slaughter before your god strikes me down? I've already killed millions. How long will you wait and lray rather than try to do something for yourself?" the Fuhrer said. There was no remorse, no denial but rather an acceptance and a challenge for someone, anyone to dare to try to stop him. The Ishbalans and Xingese delegates alike cringed, feeling how little power they held in this room. Ishbal had lost the war. Xing wasn't involved but had dispatched some delegates to ascertain what Amestris had planned. Specifically, they wanted to gauge the threat of Amestris invading Xing next. The entire war on Ishbal had seemed a bit shoddy in premise from the start and the events of the meeting had only served to reinforce that. Bradley was doing whatever he wanted, however he wanted without so much as a care of who thought what. "I believe we have seen the result of the negotiations and will be taking our leave now to make our report," one of the Xingese delegates said, rising from his chair. He was especially worried about this and wanted to be gone before getting in the middle of a fight between some Ishbalans and the half a dozen alchemists in the room. "Who ever said you were allowed to leave?" Bradley smiled. The room quickly erupted with the sounds of battle. -- Xiu Liao happily trotted back to her house from school. Though she was from Xing, she had lived in Central for five years now as part of a study abroad program. Her father was a politician so he had stressed learning about the surrounding countries, sending her here at ten years old. It had been kind of depressing at first but after some getting used to and switching to more local clothes, it had proven pretty fun. She had her own place and instead of hovering, her father made an effort to make his visits fun as he didn't come so often. Speaking of which, he had had an important meeting with the Fuhrer today but after that, he'd be over for a whole week.