The strike<span style="font-style: italic">seems</span>to hit Hale, for a moment at least, before it is revealed that he's simply moving with the strike, using the momentum gained from only a small bit of the impact, bracing the hand with the dagger on the ground and flipping himself to the side, landing and skidding a bit in the dirt a few feet away, rubbing his head slowly, a small bit of blood drawn from where the hilt had hit him. "You are very strong..." He murmurs quietly, slowly walking towards Hannibal, his tail swaying slowly behind him before wrapping tightly around his waist twice. He glances around as he hears the rumble before grinning slightly. "What say we stop bickering amongst ourselves and give these people a real show...? I'm sure with our skill we can destroy whatever creature they send for us... Hopefully it will be the Emperor himself." He says with a mocking tone before looking at the royal stands again. "Of course the Emperor is too much of a coward to face us himself!"