It was a measure of Kray's irritation that he hadn't even noticed the other god until he was close enough that he could have been a problem. He rarely did that. He wouldn't be very good at protecting his king if he was regularly oblivious, but when he'd seen them bullying the smaller kid, he'd sort of lost his head. So he supposed, in a way, he owed the other god some thanks for pulling him back from doing something stupid.
The other god even seemed to be on the same page as Kratos was. He was stepping up to stop the group from tormenting the kid. But the Greek could have told him that the phrase he used weren't going to have any impact. Honor? These guys had no idea what the word even meant. They might, though, react to the quiet menace in the tone.
Or maybe not. This group didn't seem all that bright, and they'd probably miss the subtlety there. Kratos didn't. He knew that tone. He'd heard that tone before, usually from Ares right before he did something horrific. Given the way the god was standing, the way he was acting, the way he spoke, Kray was willing to bet that this was a war god. And if these mortals hadn't already pissed him off, they might have earned a measure of protection from Kratos.
But they didn't. Not these young men. Not today.
“Let's make it a lot simpler,” Kray added. “Fuck off.”
And then he grinned, because he could see the “leader” square up his shoulders like he was getting ready for a confrontation. Oh good. They were going to try to intimidate him and the war god. To their way of thinking, it was two against the rest of them. They had no idea what they were in for. None at all.