"And that's why you have obtained a Philosophers Stone." Yang questioned in more of a statement, knowing that the ring he held was the stone. It was clear to her now that this man was a corrupt, vile piece of trash.

"This little thing?" He asked as he raised the hand that the ring was on. "Dear child, I acquired this stone for more than just that. You see...this village was lost without me, merely a band of nomads. With each miracle I do, I attract more believers to the Order of the Sun God Leto. Believers that would willingly lay down their lives at just a word from my lips! An army, full of warriors unafraid to die! And in just a few years, I'll be ready to unleash this horde on the world. And if you want to join me...I might even carve out a little slice for you and your brother!" he exclaimed, not knowing the trap that he willingly just walked into.

"And how do you think your followers would take it if they were told you planned to treat them like lambs to the slaughter?" Yang didn't want to reveal the trap just yet, she was biding her time.

"How would they know? All I have to do is perform a little bit of alchemy, pass it off as a miracle and they're complacent! I already have so many eating out of the palm of my hand..."

Yang started laughing, "You really are a moron, You know that." She smirked, it was time to reveal her plot as she slipped her hand from behind her to reveal the switch for the speakers.

Father Cornello's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just how long was that on?!" he asked, worried that she had just undone all of his hard work.

"Near the beginning. I'm sure they heard the plan to make them mindless drones." She hopped off the table.

"Y-you bitch! How dare you!" He shouted before picking the gun up and started firing at her.

Yang rushed him, smirking. "Too slow." She said before hitting the gun with enough force to knock it up into the air. She clapped her hands before catching it. "Let's see if there is enough to get my babies back." She smirked, as the gun transmuted into gauntlets. "Hell yeah, This is what I'm talking about." There was enough metal and parts that she could make a very close replica to her weapons back in Central. Each gauntlet had 4 rounds and she would have to save them. It was going to be fun to test Ember Celica v.2 by beating Cornello's face into the ground. Years of work, and Ruby's patience allowed her to get the schematics to mind... and all that time gave her enough practice using Alchemy to make it.

(version 2?)

"Hey now, let's not be too hasty here..."

(It doesn't have all the parts of the original, but it will do for what she needs here. Also, v.1 is not fully Alchemy made)

"You want to reign supreme Cornello? In your dreams, I wouldn't bow to someone like you. But if you think you can kick my ass, I'd like to see you try." She smirked, before elbowing him straight into the door.

(ah)

Cornello hit the door hard, and slowly got up. "You're not the only one with tricks up his sleeve girly," he growled up as his cane and ring glowed red. He then turned his cane into a sword.

"A sword? Really?" She smirked, taunting him as she put up her fists ready to fight. Both Winter and Weiss used swords against her, Cornello more then likely wasn't as skilled at them. But then again she's been wrong before.

"Well using the sword is only one thing, and something you've probably done countless times before Fullmetal. But how about a million?" he asked before the ring on his finger glowed red before several swords appeared behind him, as if they were being held in gold portals. "I may not be able to hold onto them all, but I can control them all with just a mental thought," he said before launching one at Yang at breakneck speeds.

Yang didn't remove her gaze from him as she dodged the sword. The window behind her shattered giving her an exit if she wished. She could create constantly if he wished, but for how long could he before she closed the gap on him. She simply smirked, ready to show him what her years have brought. "Then let's dance Cornello." She wouldn't lie in this situation and say she wasn't scared but the adrenaline. Yeah, This feeling is something she couldn't complain about. Before he could respond she aimed her right gaunlet at him, quickly pulling the trigger. Her training showed how much the recoil bothered her as she instantly moved towards him quickly. She was ready to block more strikes with her gauntlets if she couldnt' dodge them.

Cornello was shocked at how quickly she moved, but with one of his swords, he was able to block the blow, albeit barely. However, the sword didn't survive and broke into shards that laid at his feet. Not only were the shards unable to be used, but the faux philospher stone he was using was almost at it's limit...not that he knew it. Yet.

Yang got close, before unleashing a barrage of punches at the false priest. The swords kept shielding him, and she kept breaking them. They were brittle, which caused Yang to believe something wasn't right about this situation.

Cornello was surprised at how much stamina the state alchemist had, and wondered why she wasn't giving up. Then again, he was starting to get use to her speed, even if he was running out of swords to use.

"TIME TO END THIS!" She shouted as she clapped her hands and hit the floor, causing it to rise up towards him as quickly as she could make it. She was going to knock him through that wall if it was the last thing she did... that or beat the heck out of him with her own two fists. His choice.

Peter Cornello couldn't stop the floor from rising and making him lose his balance. Hitting the floor, the ring on his finger broke causing his Philosopher Stone to break and the energy to backlash at him.

Yang stopped as she heard the shattering, noticing the ring was gone the dust from the stone just beneath his hand. "That can... That can't be possible." Yang said deflated, the spark of anger starting to grow.

Cornello also looked at the ring in shock. That couldn't be possible...right?"

"Are you telling me, I went through all this over a damn FAKE!" Yang shouted, moving quickly to Cornello. She closed the gap before he could blink.

"N-no! She told me it was real..." he said before putting his hands above his face.

"I should kill you over this...." Yang growled, gripping at his collar. She was furious as she hoisted him up with her auto-mail arm. He was fat, but she didn't care about his weight in her rage. She failed to notice that his arm looked like a mess of blades, hilts and metal from the rebound.