Hale's left sword darts down at the last second, slamming into the top of Hannibal's sword with amazing speed, and much more strength than one would ever imagine possible for such a small body, piercing through the claymore and stabbing the tip of his own blade deeply into the ground, pinning Hannibal's where it was as he grabs the dagger from his belt and jumps away, growling slightly. "It will take more than that to win, my friend..."