Izzy draws his blade just after Ed, taking the cue and moving into battle ready.

No killing, he'd said. As little bloodshed as possible. Fine. That means he needs to get in close and fast.

"Oh, I think we already have a problem."

This time he doesn't wait for a cue. This time it just feels right. Reckless, maybe, yeah, but he knows the length of his blade like he knows his own hand. One good step forward puts him at exactly the range he needs to slash clean the pendant hanging at the closest man's throat, which drops from it's severed cord with a loud thump.

His hand doesn't tremble, his sword is kept very still, pointed at the goon's throat with all the intensity in his whole body.

Make another move. He dares you.