Half the people were running for the door. Or more accurately, dragging themselves towards the exits. The rest were keeled over in various stages of illness. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening was by divine intervention, and Kratos didn’t need three guesses to figure out which divinity was involved.
He looked at his brother, then back toward Ninkasi, before glancing around at the mortals. Zelos knew battlefield triage as well as he did, there was no need to explain that some of these people were obviously not going to make it and that it would be best to concentrate on those that might possibly be saved. It was a harsh decision, but a necessary one, and he made it in an instant. He knew Zee would have the same thought, so no need to voice it.
“We get the mortals out, then Hermod,” he said, fairly certain that Ninkasi might want to return the favor in hurting her friend’s boyfriend. Explaining that he held no ill will towards Bast, and he was pretty sure she hadn’t really tried to hurt him wasn’t going to do much right at the moment. “Then anybody else that’s left.”
That was his plan anyway. As he turned away from his brother, he didn’t see the goddess that had just arrived slip past him to go into the bar. If he had, Hermod would have definitely been knocked down the priorities list.