Bia moved to duck out of the way of Ares' elbow at the exact time that Asterion ploughed into him, earning her a glancing blow across the cheekbone. As the two men grappled she spun, cursing, and was met with the sight of Antigone – pale, unsteady, clutching a broken arm and somehow still hefting another bottle, readying herself to hurl it at the enraged war god.
Damn. Girl had some serious guts to her. Bia was into it, but if Antigone didn't get out of here pronto, those guts were gonna end up painting the alleyway.
She closed the short distance between them, reached for the bottle and prised it out of her clenched hand. "Love the initiative, Tigs, but he's right, you gotta go."