They may not have ever been on the same team before, but they had their roles. The smell of blood and hate was as prominent under his veins as it was her own. He was still in that mindset that he had to defend himself and this time was not going to be buried in a hole without a way out. He would not keep feeling like that.
His hits were as powerful as the hurricane had been herself, building up his strength until there was nothing left for them to play with. Briareos heard the same sounds taking his jacket from the side of the pool table and making an escape. He felt stronger than he had in an extremely long time.