Zyre carefully removed all his weapons, laying each one down as soon as the fight was announced. He disliked having to fight hand to hand, but it was similar to using a sword, speed mixed with intelligence and he would get out of it unscathed. The mob of large men charged at their group, Zyre making space between him and the others as one of the men came at him, going for a tackle. The assassin moved out of the way at the last second, causing the assailant to stumble. 

Before the heavy could get up, Zyre was on him, his hands on the man's arm. Using all of his strength, he grabbed the arm, then brought down a hard fist right into it, his intent was to shatter the bone and take the brute out of the fight before it even really began. He was rewarded by the scream of pain from the man as his attack worked.

As he rose to his feet he turned to see another heavy charge at him, this one was quick and managed to knock Zyre off his feet. The man rolled on top of him and began tossing punches, which Zyre tried to defend himself from by using his arms to block the fists. Once there was a break in the punches, he shuffled, then brought his head up, aiming to headbutt the man in the neck. The man stumbled off of him, and the brawl resumed as Zyre threw a punch to the face.