He stared at the Mightyena, making sure not to make eye contact, having no desire to provoke the beast. He probably could kill it, if he needed to, but he didn't feel particularly like getting in a fight with it if he could avoid it.<br/><br/>"You know, your employee's<em>are</em>quite sloppy, Miss." He chattered idly, his voice dispassionate; empty, and hollow. "Next time, you might want to splurge on someone that's at least mid-tier, especially if you're planning such a dangerous undertaking."<br/><br/>Somehow, despite the situation, Alphonse managed to keep his cool. It's a thing with him; stressful situations had a tendency of making him become emotionally disconnected to a point that was  one step below sociopathy.<br/><br/><em>Side note: Invest in fire-arms for this job.</em>He thinks to himself, even as he speaks. "Now, how about we release the girl already? Then, I can consider  releasing your man with all his limbs and organs intact."  Even as the man he essentially held hostage lowered his weapon, Alphonse kept his blades in position; the man couldn't even try to escape from the mercenary without getting a wound that could turn lethal quite quickly, due to the well-positioned Scyther claws.