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Things seemed to happen all at once and in slow motion. Everything went down in an instant, so fast that it was hard for Fyrus to cope... yet he saw it all, called in all the details that he could. At least he didn't need to fight, wasn't required to fire any shots that might ricochet and cause serious damage. This was not a place to be shooting bullets recklessly so he was grateful for that bastard Ga to be high tailing it out of there like a dog with a tail between its legs.
Still, though he didn't need to, didn't want to in the moment, the command to fight had been a good one and he hadn't the intention of letting his new captain down now. It was all out war if that was what she wanted! Truly honestly he'd no idea why he had this strong sense of loyalty when he hadn't even been paid yet, but, hell, you only live once, right! He was bored and she seemed like a pretty good time. Fyrus liked a good time and he loved his first real chance to finally get the hell out of the life of hopping between bars and odd jobs and to get out there on the seas.
Before the fight could get too out of hand, it was being ended in spectacular fashion. It could be called either unfortunate or actually a good thing that everyone was getting blasted out the door, thoroughly kicked out before they caused more trouble. Maybe it was for the best and Fyrus tried not to hold it against anyone as he hacked up a mouthful of water. Disgusting. Not quite how he wanted this day to start, but it was what it was.
"Holy hell..." he cursed under his breath. Shaking his hands into his hair, he didn't know if he should be laughing or crying. "Gotta say," he spoke aloud, "Liking this crew so far. Certainly never a dull moment with you lot." It was entertaining and he was thinking (or at least hoping) that they were going to be making quite the nice group of friends.
Approaching his captain's side, he was more than happy to make sure she was alright before anyone else. She was the captain after all. "Are you hurt?" he asked while his attention quickly shot to the one introducing himself as an Eli Fynn. An interesting looking stranger that Fyrus nodded to in polite greeting from his proximity. He was quite a looker, though the captain needed more attention "That was some intense chaos, but seems we all survived at least, eh?"
Still, though he didn't need to, didn't want to in the moment, the command to fight had been a good one and he hadn't the intention of letting his new captain down now. It was all out war if that was what she wanted! Truly honestly he'd no idea why he had this strong sense of loyalty when he hadn't even been paid yet, but, hell, you only live once, right! He was bored and she seemed like a pretty good time. Fyrus liked a good time and he loved his first real chance to finally get the hell out of the life of hopping between bars and odd jobs and to get out there on the seas.
Before the fight could get too out of hand, it was being ended in spectacular fashion. It could be called either unfortunate or actually a good thing that everyone was getting blasted out the door, thoroughly kicked out before they caused more trouble. Maybe it was for the best and Fyrus tried not to hold it against anyone as he hacked up a mouthful of water. Disgusting. Not quite how he wanted this day to start, but it was what it was.
"Holy hell..." he cursed under his breath. Shaking his hands into his hair, he didn't know if he should be laughing or crying. "Gotta say," he spoke aloud, "Liking this crew so far. Certainly never a dull moment with you lot." It was entertaining and he was thinking (or at least hoping) that they were going to be making quite the nice group of friends.
Approaching his captain's side, he was more than happy to make sure she was alright before anyone else. She was the captain after all. "Are you hurt?" he asked while his attention quickly shot to the one introducing himself as an Eli Fynn. An interesting looking stranger that Fyrus nodded to in polite greeting from his proximity. He was quite a looker, though the captain needed more attention "That was some intense chaos, but seems we all survived at least, eh?"