The claymore appears to dig into Hale's side, but then passes though easily... Much too easily... There's a sudden gasp from the crowd as Hale appears behind Hannibal, just out of sweeping range of his tail or the claymore, still in his defensive stance. "I have no wish to harm you, but if you leave me no choice, I cannot be held accountable for what may happen to your body..." He says quietly, closing his eyes slightly. "Or mind..." He adds after a moment, sliding his blades across each other slowly, a horrid, high-pitched shriek emitting from the steel of the swords.