Zander lay there dazed for a moment. His team mates if you could call them that, were all Magi it seemed. He hadn't seen anything special about Amuné, but perhaps the moor cat was her power. A gift over animals to control them and bend them to her will perhaps? Nymira could control fire, Ethan seemed to have the wind at his beck and call and for all Zander could make out, Cecil with his Machina more then made up for lack of magical prowess.

Watching the events unfold from a distance, Zander pondered his own move. Calling to Amuné had been rather silly on his part, it took the help of her cat to release her from Cecil's heavy grip. When Ethan emerged from bellow deck, snuffing out the flaming sword and knocking the last two enemies out. Zander let out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. Hearing the cold tone and the iced stare sent a chill down Zander's own spine. So Ethan had a backbone, Zander tutted himself. He knew nothing about this group of people.

[i]"So why are you killing people, huh?! We're the good guys, we don't do that!"[/i]

Zander let himself laugh outright at that statement. Oh it hurt to laugh like he was, but he pressed his free palm to his chest. He had so little magic to help speed the wounds sealing, but that was okay for now. The laughter was painfully wonderful at this moment. Hearing the other two plead for the two to back down, made Zander's laughter return anew. This was just too rich! To add the cherry on top, Cecil stuttering out an apology would have made Zander keel over from laughter if it didn't hurt even more. The chest wound was sorely ruining his fun at the events transpiring. 

With laughter tears on his face, he slowly made his way over feeling a slight charge to the air as he approached. He still chuckled here and there, as he slowly made his way over to the downed males who hadn't been killed. Poking one with his borrowed quarterstaff he tried to get the weapon away from the man. He refused to learn Ethan's want to knock out the enemy wouldn't be their deaths.

"Forgive me for the laughter," Zander's voice was raspy from the pained giggling. "Would you not kill in return if they had slain your princess? Perhaps if they had used the flaming sword to slice the young lady in twine." Zander chuckled a little more and groaned. He needed to calm himself before he opened the wound further. "Perhaps if I had been pierced by an icy shaft, then it would be all the more reason to kill. Do you not kill wild beasts? They mean only to defend their homes. What of the food you eat? Do you spare it a passing thought?"

Zander's laughter had subsided and in it's place was a questioning logic. He headed towards the two and didn't slow his pace. Cecil seemed to have regained control of himself, Ethan was staring daggers still and Zander let out a sigh. Placing his hand on Ethan's clenched one, he used his bloodied fingers to try to pry the digits in Cecil's clothing loose. Still he lectured.

"Mayhap if we had asked nicely, by their leave, to spare our lives and continue on their way, you could spare your friend here from the blood now on his hands. He SAVED the brat and the lady and yourself from death by their hands. Fully trained in their Demacite to annihilate all in their path, or are the fallen pirates beyond your view?" Zander looked at Cecil's frightened face and didn't smile in reassurance.

"To take a life is easier," Zander stated. "Then to save one. To spare it. You do him no good, Ethan, crying to him about the death he has caused. His act did more good than harm. We have a job to finish, and perhaps, a ship to burn down."

Giving up on trying to free Cecil, he headed towards the way Ethan had come upwards. He was shaking his head now, the self righteous would always find a cause to gather round. Whether they be Church members, or whether they be adventurer's who had picked up a healer who had been through something very much like what Ethan was setting himself up for.

Before heading down, he nodded to Nymira as if to convey he meant no harm, but to rather get Ethan to see their was no reason to lay fault on Cecil's already trembling shoulders. Stopping just out of paw range he looked at Amuné from top to toe of what he could see. She was probably slightly bruised but with the Moor Cat growling at him he wouldn't take a step closer.

"I'm going to look for mead and silk. When you have gotten over this... Impasse, you are welcome to help me in the search. I have a patient in the Golden Coffer Inn, who I won't keep waiting much longer."