Cyrus's response was a simple one, "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already." he specifically used the word [i]kill[/i], not [i]fight[/i], because unless it was a specific occasion, he always and forever would fight to kill. He was the Reaper after all, and that name didn't come about for no good reason. He'd [i]earned[/i] it from others through his own actions during the war.

"If you're looking for more munny here, I doubt you'll find it. We're here to put a stop to a War, and most of them don't look like they have much. Plus the man organizing everything is quite... enthusiastic about his beliefs. Somehow I doubt he has any use for a couple of sell-swords whose loyalty can easily be bought by a more generous offer." That was all he was going to say to these two. After that he simply returned to the spot he'd come from among the group, ignoring whatever reply they might give him. Because unless they were foolish enough to pick a fight with him, then they probably weren't worth it.

"Apologies," he said to the everyone else, "I thought the man was running away from something serious. But it was just thugs, nothing more."