Al crouched down low, his eyes widening in shock.
"A thief, you say? Well fear not! Whoever this guy is, he can't take us both on at once. We have the advantage in numbers." he said, pounding a fist into his palm.

Al himself was no stranger to borrowing without permission, but this was different, because it affected him or someone he liked. And that made it bad.
The swordsman slung his claymore over his back, and pat the lamia on the head. "Alright, lead us there. I promise the streets will be ripe with garbage to scavenge when we come back from our adventure."