Al stood still for several moments at the threat. Anyone well-versed in reading ki would see that Pyria's body was full of some ancient, draconic energy, and that she was readying to unleash a terrible power upon the pair.
Al could not read ki at all. Or situations. The swordsman drew his claymore and plunged it into the ground, leaning on it.

"Hey," he chastised her like the child she very clearly was. "Have you been taking my friend's things? I really don't appreciate that and you should give them back to her."
To emphasize, he held out an empty palm, and waved his fingers.