Quite the scene had unfolded in the short time Irvine had been at the field.  The main attraction seemed to be an animal parade followed by an individual, riding on... an Elephant? Weird.  Although it definitely wasn't the strangest thing Irvine had seen that day, creatures he thought to be just legends were spread out ahead of him.  Irvine silently watched as occurrence after occurrence, clearly something had happened on the elephant riders entrance as his animal parade had been changed from their glorious original appearance to looking more scruffy than zoo animals.  A small smile appeared on Irvine's lips before he knew what was really going on, was there about to be fighting, here?  

Hesitantly Irvine began to get closer to the situation to get a better view point.  As he did so he fumbled the Shadow Hilt free from the leather straps and his shadow began, travelling down his right arm and above the hilts end growing into a rounded shape just over a foot in length.  Its form was wavy as the shadow intertwined on itself to take form.  He was just barely able to maintain the hood over his head, the scruffy looking black blazer and trousers he was wearing no longer hid in his own shadow.  By the time he was in observing distance the... elephant rider, still weird... was spewing obscenities at a man with a staff and the woman stood beside him.  That was when an object shot past him with some speed, as he looked to the path of trajectory, the bone had already hit its mark(?) Needless to say it didn't look like it would help the situation.

Finally there was one final person who had chosen to get involved standing in the middle of the commotion.  Irvine swung the shadow hilt towards his left hand, the club/baton had fully interwoven itself into a solid object.  Possibly against his best interest of not wanting attention Irvine stepped over toward the one that was standing in the middle of it all.  In turn he glanced to the three parties aside from the middle stander, the staff wielder and girl, the elephant rider and finally the... what was that?  No matter,  Irvine lifting his head looked to the person he was now stood beside and motioned to his club before uttering a single word [color=39b54a]"Deterrent."[/color] Irvine's time of fending for himself taught him many lessons one of which being, sometimes, some violence was required to prevent worse violence.