His eyes narrowed at first, irritation flashing over his expression at Link's refusal -- they clearly had bigger issues to worry about her than who carried what sword, so ... but if they had bigger issues, why did he need to exchange his sword for Link's? What purpose would that serve?

The frown was turning confused when suddenly he heard first Draco's voice and then felt his own sword fly out of his grip, heading point-first at Draco. His uncomprehending gaze watched the arc of it for a second, just long enough that he was looking away from the now-airborne horse's when she attacked. Through the bright light, he saw that Link's sword had flown toward Draco as well, and another --

"Get down!" He yelled at the boy, chakra bursting to his feet as he sprinted towards the flying weapons, aiming to snatch them out of the air before they were stuck with a pincushion instead of a lock-opener.