CHIN UP

It went unsaid that Kronos wasn't the type to fight his battles with brute strength, no. He preferred the more intellectual approach. He was never a true fighter, but a strategist. He fought with his words. His mind. Using his intellectual capabilities and knowledge of his surroundings above all else. Still, he'd fight when necessary and when expected to. It just simply wasn't his preferred method. For that, he left the brute strength part mostly for the others. However, he still wouldn't ignore Enyo's call, and he wasn't far off when she did so. He arrived with the others, ears swiveling and gaze locked on her as she spoke. His face betrayed nothing as he listened and watched, and when all was said and done and when he expected them to pair off and begin, Erebos decided that Niko was to pay for his insolence at Insomnia's borders.

Part of him felt sorry for his brother. But the other part knew that his brother knew better than to act that way, especially in front of a Queen. It made them look poorly, after all, the action of one generally fell on them all. Still, Kronos sat back and watched as things unfolded. He wondered though, if this Medusa would ever step in to quell a family affair such as this. Or if she left things to sort themselves out. He was still curious about her, after all, and how she ticked.