The man remained in his silent position until the western fool stepped towards, at which time, he stood more straight, his hands ready for action. The sailor stepped towards Kyro, who narrowed his eyes slightly. "私の近くに来ることはありません."("Do not come near me.") He muttered in his own tongue. As the pirate put his arm around him, the ninja pressed his palm against the man's side and pushed with force that would rarely be expected from a man of Kyro's size. 

"My weapon -" Kyro spoke in deep-voiced, yet thickly accented English. "Kusarigama." He slide the sickle from it's loop on his waist. "Allow me to strike enemy from distance if want, and close if want." He stated to the pirate. He waited for the Roman to finish, then looked at Artemis. "Forgive bad English. Why I fight? If I want, I leave, and no guard see me. What stop me from that?"

With the attention now on him, one might see, though he wasn't tall, Kyro was obviously a warrior. His fitting black uniform covered most of his body, but his slack hood revealed the tip of a long scar that began on the side of his neck and then traveled down out of sight in his shirt. Kyro knew he wasn't physically intimidating, but he also knew his surroundings. People could be unpredictable. Despite no one in this room having reason to play foully, the man watched everyone with quick, attentive eyes.