It's enough to make the man freeze in place, his eyes wide in alarm. It's also enough of a distraction for Ed to plow forward into a second goon, swatting a sword to the side with his knife and tackling him against a wall while the third of them stands in stunned silence. He could attack now, push Ed off of his companion, but suddenly these men find they aren't exactly up for bloodshed themselves. Negotiations just took a turn.

"Five hundred pieces," the man says quickly, and Ed snarls, "Six."

He nods, resheathes his weapon and rushes to the back room. Ed doesn't move from the place where he stands, the tip of his blade tickling beneath the jaw of the man he's pressed up against, toying with him, his expression deranged.