Kratos had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. The entire place was going to shit faster than they could shovel, and his brother decided to play action hero. Because of course he did. On second thought, he would roll his eyes.
Or he would have, if he hadn’t heard Zee’s next comment. Vidar? What the hell was Vidar doing there? Kray’s first thought was that he was there because of Hermod, but just in case, he did a quick once over of the bar again and—
He sighed and started for his aunt, just as he heard Bast scream. Automatically he glanced that way, and watched as Bast kicked Dionysus. Then he watched as Dionysus rolled into Ninkasi and started fucking biting and clawing at her. It made his steps falter. Because everything in him was pushing him to go to her and help her, stop her pain. Everything in him.
But in the blink of an eye, Kasi had blades in her hands and… well, hell. She certainly looked like she knew what she was doing with them. So he reminded himself, yet again, that Ninkasi was strong and tough and could take care of herself. And Philotes couldn’t.
He turned back just in time to catch his aunt as she attempted to make a dash past him. Gently, but firmly, he lifted her off the ground and walked her back to where she’d been. Right beside Enlil. Kratos figured that was probably the safest place inside the bar right now. Not that she was staying inside the bar much longer.
“Nope,” he informed her as he set her on her feet, his hands staying on her waist to keep her in place. Turning he called out, “Vidar!” That accomplished, he bent his head slightly toward Enlil, which was the best he could do while restraining Friendship, as a sign of his respect. “Sir.”