Both could feel her presence now, Briareos more because the hate was rolling off of her in waves. It gave him enough strength to get loose, but by the time she showed Poseidon had already drug him near a deep crevice in the earth. Deep enough to throw a body down and leave it to suffer. He wiggled out of Poseidon's grip, but the sea king gripped him again by the collar yanking him closer to the drop. Briareos struggled. He'd rather Poseidon just kill him than leave him.
His eyes locked on Kymopoleia's, but he knew better than to think she was there for him. She wanted him to die as much as her raging father.
"Don't blame me for your daughter's hate!" He yelled, hands gripping at Poseidon's to get loose. Briareos was just another pawn in one of Poseidon's mad games. He couldn't beat him, so why make a game of it? "You did this yourself..." He was desperate, frantic even, this was an unfair match.
"What are you doing here baby girl?" He asked. He was gettting rid of the problem in the only way he knew how. By force
Briareos' feet were dangerously close the more he struggled. He was defenseless and at the disadvantage.