Frankly speaking, Angeal is far too used to pulling his loved ones out of a moment of fury and then suffering physical damage for that. It's fine, honestly. Someone has to do it, and he knows they don't generally mean the damage. It's only when Mithrun is off of the thing that he lets go of him, so that he doesn't feel smothered.

"I don't doubt it," he says matter of fact, casting a glance around just in case something else is after them. "But you need to be on the top of your game if you're going to kill these things."

A glance from the corner of his eye, an eyebrow quirk.

"You don't normally tear into things with your bare hands-" Teeth, whatever. "-unless you have no other options. Let's take a second and also just walk away from that thing before it explodes." Don't mind him picking up a stick.