The first thing Axus did was smile. Hearing the first howl, he took his slightly sharpened stick in his left gauntlet, most of it's length behind his back with the beginnings of the point pointing down. Then, with his right hand, he drew his sword, reveling in the sweet sound if it leaving his scabbard. 'The violinist may have her music, I shall have mine.' He thought to himself as he took a stance. Resiste over his shoulder, ready for a powerful strike while his makeshift spear ready to counter anything that charged or otherwise lunged at him. In short, he was ready.