He noticed easily enough that the younger of the men didn't seem to enjoy what was going on, and that the elder was practically reveling in it. It frustrated him to see someone dragged into this kind of thing when they didn't want to even more than fighting in the first place frustrated him. Still, even with their differing styles it was quick enough that they had cleared a swath around them. There was one guy that looked to be coming up behind both brothers quiet enough that they wouldn't notice him.

With a loud curse, Jesus grabbed the younger of them by the shoulder and yanked him aside so that he could punch the last guy directly in the face. The first outright, over-the-top violent thing he'd done all night. Still, the one blow was enough to clock him, sending him down limbs flailing.

"I just," he muttered, "wanted to drink some shitty whiskey in peace."