"You might want to pull it out, You know just to look intimidating."
"Sounds quite fun, sir."
With that, Jeremy held his arm out, his hand in the position as if it were holding something. A black pentagram quickly formed where the hand was at the center. Quickly, the pentagram copied itself into two, one moved upwards, the other downwards. This allowed the long metal handle to form, it was about 1.5 times bigger than Jeremy's body (Who was already at 6'3"). The blade of the scythe grew to about 3/4 times the size of his body. Once the scythe had been summoned, the pentagrams disintegrated into the air.
Jeremy then continued walking next to his master, holding his scythe upside down as he walked, ready to strike at anyone.
Glancing over to his master, Jeremy could see his energy had become disturbed, he was nervous, or even scared. Jeremy himself did not care, it's not like thugs could kill him anyway.