Jesse yelped and bowed forward, trying to shield his chest as much as possible. He knew that people had been hurt because of their association with others connected to various pantheons, he'd seen that firsthand. He just never thought he'd be caught in the middle of it.
Moros had circled around behind him, and he grabbed Jesse's hair to haul him upright. That aggravated the fresh wounds even more, and Jesse couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped. He whacked him soundly on the back of the head with his free head, and Jesse flopped forward into his first position.
"If you scramble his brain, Philo might get mad at you," Phoebtor remarked from his spot by the wall. He wasn't as physical as his siblings were, his power lay in messing with people's minds in their dreams.
"She'll forgive me," Moros said, flipping his knife with one hand. "Eventually. Probably."