Kite watches him look at the ball, then sees him open his hand and Kite's grip on the ball tightens, thinking Arkain might have tried to take it, Kite will never risk any chance of losing this ball.  "Oh, ok.  I don't think I have strong enough magic to trap someone really." Kite says looking down, a little embarassed by his lack of magical training.  "Umm...Will, will you hold onto it while I'm inside of you?" Kite asked, aceptting the fact that he will soon be eaten, and he doesn't want his ball to be harmed from Arkain's digestive system.  "My Tails? Yes I'm a Kitsune...Well some Kitsune have nine, but that's because they earned them through training and age.  We get a new one about every two hundred years, or when we reach a new level of magic.  I used to have three, but I got attacked and almost killed so I lost one."  Kite Replied with a sad look on his face like he had shamed someone.