Hale looks up to Draco before nodding softly, his arms slipping gently around his two friends, looking around silently before darting off, slipping his dagger into his belt and grabbing his first sword, dragging it out of Hannibal's  claymore, lifting that up as well before dashing back, holding them both out, his sword for Draco, the Claymore for Hannibal. "I think so, yeah..." He smiles a bit, licking his teeth lightly before drawing his dagger again, his tail swaying slowly before wrapping around his waist again tightly, waiting for the beast the Emperor would send out.