Hale slowly wipes the spittle from his eyes, growling slightly as he turns back to face the tentacled beast, hurling his dagger and sword both at it with surprising force, though neither are very effective, only burying themselves in the mass of tendrils. Hale slowly interlocks his fingers, cracking his knuckles loudly as he glances between Draco and Hannibal, waiting for the things attack to recede before wrapping his arms around them softly. "We will be friends no matter what the situation... Am I correct...?" He asks softly, his hands moving back to his sides before coming in front of him, palms facing outward. His tail wraps back around his waist gently, the tip dragging in the dirt slowly.