character: alphonse_elric, edward_elric, copyright: fullmetal_alchemist
2boys, brothers, height difference, large build and small build, 1boy, short stature, blonde hair, long hair, braided ponytail, single braid, ahoge, golden eyes, smirk, red coat, hooded coat, billowing coat, long coat, black sleeveless shirt, black pants, boots, automail arm, white glove, 1other, suit of armor, full armor, plate armor, horned helmet, spiked shoulder pad, glowing red eyes, hollow armor, loincloth, dynamic pose, from below, low angle, looking at viewer, standing on rubble, broken masonry, cobblestones, blue sparks, wind, dust, outdoor, daytime, sunny, depth of field
A dynamic low-angle perspective looking upward at two brothers standing amidst a windswept courtyard of broken cobblestones and shattered stone masonry. In the foreground, a short blonde teenage boy stands in a grounded, forward-lunging stance, his weight anchored on his forward boot as his torso turns three-quarters toward the viewer. He wears a fierce, cocky grin, with sharp amber-gold eyes locked ahead; a distinct stray antenna lock of blonde hair curves upward from his scalp, while his thick golden braid flings sideways into the air. His signature bright crimson hooded coat flares out behind him in heavy folds, revealing a fitted black sleeveless shirt, black trousers tucked into dark boots, and an articulated mechanical automail right arm of brushed silver plates and exposed piston joints, his left hand enclosed in a pristine white cloth glove. Standing immediately behind and towering over him is a colossal figure clad entirely in weathered grey steel plate armor, his massive spiked shoulder pauldron catching the light. The armored giant leans forward protectively, resting one heavy riveted gauntlet against the jagged top of a fractured marble pillar, while two glowing red pinpricks of soul-light gleam from the hollow darkness behind the horned helmet's visor slits. A heavy leather strap cuts across the breastplate, securing a weathered white loincloth at the waist. Hard sunlight from the upper right strikes the metal ridges and casts long, crisp shadows to the left, while tiny cyan transmutation sparks arc between the fingers of the automail hand. A violent gust sweeps fine grit and dust strictly from right to left across the flagstones, pulling the red fabric in matching alignment. Resolute brotherhood.
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