Zelos saw Dionysos and raised his glass to return the other god’s wave. If Dio was here, this was definitely going to be one hell of a party. His first responsibility was to his brother, not any party. He turned his attention back to Kratos to see what that same brother was doing.
His brother was acting suicidal. He had stepped between the two goddesses. Was that Ninkasi? And Bast? Fuck. You never came between desert deities when they were fighting. Had Kray learned nothing over the centuries? SHIT. His little brother was going to get killed. Zee put his glass down on the bar and started to muscle his way through the crowd.
The crowd that started a panicked run for the door. Zee sighed. Mortals were never easy to deal with when they were in crazy, mob mode. All he could do, short of spreading his wings and beating some sense into the mortals, was reach out very gently with his powers and calm their desire to be the first man out of the door. It wouldn’t stop the mob, but it may slow them down a little and keep a few of them from getting trampled to death.
Zelos reached his brother and took one of the three unconscious men from Kratos. “This is getting really ugly, real fast, Kray. What’s our next move?”