Sighing, Sven cradled his face in his hand, rubbing his temples between thumb and index finger. This is going downhill fast, right after he starts thinking about all the noise, some guy comes in and causes more noise by challenging both fighters. Luckily, the man who was in the inn proper convinced them to fight outside, at least. Or rather, the ones who want to fight. As the one known as the 'Blade Demon' is close to the ends of his temper, and wants nothing to do with it. Figuring the guy has probably had enough problems, he got out of his seat and walked over to the bar and sat down next to Enryuu. On the way over, he heard the entrance of someone else, who sat down nearby, whom he noted was moving with considerably more grace then can be considered normal. In fact, this new person was showing no signs of what their gender was, barely made a noise, and sounded like he would be more at home in the home of a daimiyo. When the bartender was about to request for Enryuu to pay, Sven instead pulled out some money. "It's alright, I'll pay for him," he informed him, handing it over. Already predicting what the short-tempered man next to him was going to say, he explained. "I noticed that you were having a bit of a bad day, and decided to would be wise to prevent anything being added to it." As he finished, he heard the martial artist sit the child down a distance away from the man, as he noticed some masculinity in the noble-like person's voice. Said martial artist ordered some food for the child after requesting the bartender to keep an eye on the little girl, and silently stalked out after the combatants.<br/>---<br/>"E-hem," Mitsuhide cleared his throat, unleashing an aura of killing intent around him over Hiroto, Raiden, and Akio, a great deal of pressure filled the air, weighing down on the three. On his face was a smile, although it wasn't exactly a happy smile. It was more along the lines of an irritated smile, as he looked at the three. "Now now," he began. "There is nothing wrong with a fight... However." He released a bit more killing intent, adding onto the pressure. "There is something quite wrong with endangering the lives of innocents by fighting in the middle of a village. Right in front of an inn that is currently open for business. Where people would be going gathering or gathered." At this point, his ponytail was whipping about from the increased pressure caused by his own killing intent, a shadow over the top half of his face. "So, I must ask you to take this out of the village before someone gets hurt."