Jacholaus stood around with others, looking around and seeing everyone having a good time. That was until people started screaming and running. What was going on? With that question in mind, he looked around, only to find the source. A person in a dog suit surrounded with a Pomeranian army. Instead of running or trying to fight, Jacholaus covered his mouth and snickered. Seriously, what was so intimidating about her? Everyone was screaming "Witch!", but Jacholaus personally thought she would be better off working at a children's birthday party. He then saw a Pomeranian fly through the air, yelping. This made him laugh more. He was more intimidated by the girl across from him who punted the dog. 
Jacholaus turned to see the Principal and school caretaker on the podium, conversing. He was guessing that they didn't take this too seriously, either. Jacholaus sighed and shrugged, biting his wrist and lapping up his own blood. Jacholaus then would hold out his hand, a small flash of light appearing before his entire other arm was gone, being replaced by the blade now in his other hand. It was his way of fighting alone, having practiced himself with using a rapier skillfully. He also found that the term, "The weapon being an extension of yourself," was quite literal to him in this way. Though, it may look odd with a guy who currently has only one arm would be using a rapier against a woman in a dog costume.