Alphonse stood carefully, keeping a close eye on the troll. Well, crap. He'd been trying to do this without having to get too close to it, but the most damage he made was a poked out eye with a pole. He warily eyed the foot coming close to being free-- Alphonse should have figured that wouldn't keep him contained for long-- and hastily (and probably frantically, too) tried to think up of anything...

If he really had to go up and personal to finish the thing off for good, then he would.

He began slowly approaching the troll, hesitantly even, waiting to see if it would make the first move at all. It was easier to plan according to what it did, anyway.