'...From within, maybe.'

'She's ours. Do it.'

'Heh. Ever greedy...'

Ling places her hands on the strange woman - forms a circle out of their bodies -

And her companion flows over - 

And imposes herself between the odd not Lan Fan and anyone else who would try to claim what's Greed's.

THE.

ARROGANCE.

TO STAND AGAINST.

THE MASTER OF DEATH.

TO CLAIM ONE OF HIS OWN HERALDS. TO DENY THE TOUCH THAT LIFTED HER FROM THE GRAVE.

Hah! She's Greed; she sees nice things, and she wants them. She wants all of them. And Greed gets everything she wants. 

This so-called Master of Death ain't got nothing on the howling void of thousands of tortured souls trying to peel their captor apart, which doesn't hold a candle to tearing Father apart from the inside. 

So: the woman's hers, fuck off and die mad about it <3

THIS IS NOT OVER.

"...I can no longer hear his voice. What- did you do?"

"We claimed you as ours."

'Nothing stands between us and what we want for long,' agrees a voice in her head. 

One master for another, then.

"Ah."

"What is your command?"

"Tell me who that man was, and tell me who hurt you." (There's no sense of enforcement, no echo in her head. Just the voice of a stern woman before her.)

'You can ignore her,' the voice in her head murmurs. 'A bit of insubordination is good for her when she's being all Imperial Princess.'

'But I'd love the chance to rip a new one in whoever thinks they're allowed to hurt you.'

She is very confused.

"The Lich King. The one you... fought off. I was injured in battle here. One of the Nerubians."

She kneels beside the not Lan Fan. "And... Tell me your name. What I should call you."

"My name is Brigid."

Soft smile. "A lovely name. Mine is Ling - of the Yao clan, Heir Presumptive of the Empire of Xing."

"It is... good to meet you?"

She cups the side of Brigid's head. "You have - the same feeling as my greatest retainer. The same soul. One of a loyal, beautiful, competent woman."

"The pleasure of this meeting is mine."

"I- Yes. My lady."

(They're still on a battlefield, by the way, and the giant spiders are beginning to press an advantage that threatens their position.)

They're easily dealt with, and presumably part of the faction that injured Brigid. 

Time for mass slaughter via alkahestry! This looks like a line of energy arcing around the room from where Ling kneels with her hands on the floor, disintegrating everything in its path. (She's heard the Elric sisters describe the insights they received from the Gate. Having seen the same thing now - it's not hard to synthesize.)

"Your magic is powerful."

"It is," she agrees. "I can teach some of it to you."