He moved his head in time, but she still struck with those brass knuckles right into his cheek. He could feel the bone shatter. It stung hard but he laughed even in feeling some of his bones crack. Not only had he split the ground but water from the pipe lines started to pool around his feet. It was his strength where she had her anger. Poseidon would not be pulled by a string like a puppet. He would make this as hard for her as he could.
"I might be ancient, but not half as stupid as your pantheon."