Zyre was on his feet as he saw the last thug go down, his mercenary group had won the scuffle, he was impressed by them, their first battle together, without weapons and a surprise one at that, and they did a great job. He picked up his weaponry, sliding all of the items to the spots where they were supposed to be on his person, he then moved towards where the team was forming up, but he paused to look down at one of men who attacked the group, grabbing at his side. Zyre swung with his boot into the man's midsection, kicking hard. A grin appearing on his face as he stepped over and moved towards the ship.

The ship was a solid vessel, it had better have been after the brawl they just had to win to get the rights to her. As he stepped onboard, he noticied a drop of blood fall in front of him, he rose his gloved hand to his face to find the source, a nose bleed, one of the brutes slugged him right in the face, didn't break anything, just left a mark right below his right eye and caused his nose to bleed heavily. 

He reached into one of his pockets, pulling out a handkerchief, he brought it up to his face, right where the blood was trickling out. Zyre looked around the ship, then moved towards the side, standing so that he got a beutiful view of the sea, the ships and the sun in the sky. He never loved the sea as much as his father did, but it could be beautiful at time.