Tragos watched the speed of the taller man's reflexes as he whipped his hand up to block most of the water. He didn't even flinch, just reacted, Tragos barely saw him move.
Still, it gave Marcie time to move behind him. It didn't cross his mind to reassure her - he'd already messaged Ares a photo of the guy, he'd be here soon enough if he wanted to be. Meanwhile, Tragos could handle this.
Apollo flicked water onto the floor at Tragos and Marcie's feet.
Dangerous? thought Tragos. Everyone in this damn building was dangerous.
He whistled, sharp and short, and the war dogs among the men all stopped what they were doing. Sounds of weights clanging back together as machines were abandoned were followed by silence, as Apollo turned around, looking from one body to the other. "Not bad, Ares," he said, quietly, doing a slow circle to take it all in. There weren't that many followers here, though; half a dozen had stood to attention. He stretched his arms out in both directions, and flicked his hands toward them. "Come on then boys, show me what you got till the big guy arrives."
"Fuck outta here, Marcie," Tragos muttered, body already in a fighting stance, watching Apollo for the first hint of movement toward him.