Zelos knew that many mortals were going to die this night. Sumerian and Egyptian fights were notoriously deadly. He couldn’t believe that this had gotten so out of control so quickly. Well, the fun times of the night were over. Time to get to work.
It was just like being on any other battlefield. Find the ones that might survive and get them the Hell out of there. Since the mortals were either amazingly drunk or were just incredibly panicked and confused, Zee decided to add to the fun. They needed more exits then just the front door. He spread his wings and flew towards the big front window. He flipped around and hit the glass feet first. He threw the first mortal through the now open window before the glass finished falling.
“Kray! Second opening. Get the mobile ones to help themselves. Vidar and I will get the rest. Go get that little Norse guy out of here.” He had noticed Philotes bringing her boyfriend into the bar. Vidar nodded and got to work saving the mortals.
Zee hefted another mortal onto his should. “Someone owes me a lot of whiskey when we’re done here,” he muttered. Vidar grunted in agreement, picking up to drunken frat boys and heading outside.