Zeus spat blood on the floor and raised his hands for the second time.
This time there was no speech, no orders, because the others understood. Poseidon pulled himself up off the wall, one hand still gripping his trident. Hades tore himself away from Persephone's side, letting black-green flame lick up around his arms until it was painful to look at. Athena cleaned the blood from her mouth and dropped her spear. Odin planted Gungnir. Sun Wukong twirled his staff in one hand, the boyish grin gone. Kratos shrugged off his chains and let them dig into his skin.
They hit the Father at once.
