That... was unexpected. Miles hit the ground still processing the fact he had been attacked by Ernie, not guarding his face in time to stop being punched full-on in the nose. The cracking sound only told him was the burning pain had already delivered to his brain and he held a hand to his nose as he howled in shocked outrage.
"MACMILLAN! What the fuck?! Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK." Shoving Ernie off of him, Miles scrambled to his feel, blood dripping on his fingers first and then down his face as his righted himself and faced Ernie's crouched form.
"You want to take shots at me rather than fucking find them?" he spat, quite literally, as he expelled the blood that had gotten into his throat. "Fine. Here's my face." He gestured with both hands, a clearly provocative gesture despite the pain. "Go at it, you fucking prat. See if it solves a fucking thing."
Though Dominic was thinking all manner of things, Hestia simply couldn't, not beyond that original thought of Hannah barefoot and magically defenseless. She had never experienced this before, at all. She had know the loss of loved ones both unknown and, in the case of her first child, unknown, she had known fear for those she cared about and even known the protective instincts for young charges, but having someone who was an amalgamation of little sister, friend and daughter torn from her like this was beyond anything she had ever comprehended. While part of her rationally tried to fight the hysteria, knowing that however she felt it was a thousand times worse for Dominic, a greater part was lost to that raving and hysterical sobbing that was threatening to make her faint from the degree to which she was no longer taking deep breaths.