He hadn't really thought that would go smoothly, but there wasn't many other ways anyways, so. Laharl reached up, grabbing his sword, and pulled it from the wall, returning it to it's place 'within' his scarf.

Laharl then, seeing little choice, grabbed his old man's arm, attempting to steady and support him a bit. Vyers was almost two feet taller than him which wasn't going to make things easy, but at least strength was no issue.