Kratos broke through the wall of half naked men in time to see that the looks being exchanged between the two friends was not terribly friendly at all. Which, honestly, wasn’t all that surprising. He’d met Bast through Ninkasi, he’d watched their relationship for many years, it wasn’t like they never fought. And not simply throwing nasty words at one another and not returning borrowed dresses sort of fights either. Again, desert goddesses tended to be rather harsh when it came to throwing down. But Kray couldn’t recall the two of them ever looking quite like this. This… this didn’t look good at all. This looked like some bad shit was about to happen. Like biblical level bad shit.
Well hell.
“Hermod,” he called out, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise of the bar. He was going to need some cat nip, and the Nord was the closest thing he could think of. But even as he tried to get the Norse god’s attention, Kratos realized it was too late to stop what was about to happen.
Reading the body language and understanding what would happen after that last little bomb his girlfriend had flung at the Egyptian, Kratos swallowed a sigh and faster than a man his size should be able to move, he’d inserted himself between Ninkasi and Bast. Facing Ninkasi, he neither flinched nor moved a millimeter when Bast literally hit his back as he broke her pounce mid-air. With one arm, he reached back and wrapped it around the Egyptian, keeping her from simply climbing over him to get to Ninkasi. Which resulted in several head butts to the back of his skull, and a good deal of clawing and snarling. Again, he didn’t demonstrate a reaction to the attacks, standing still as a statue, despite the pain and the decidedly ticklish sensation of blood running down his back. He simply looked Kasi straight in the eye and said the only thing he knew he could in the moment.
“Just let me get the mortals out of here first. Please.”
At this point, there was no stopping the fight. All he could do was minimize the damage. If she’d let him.