To say Enyo was surprised that he dared to just drop her was an understatement. But that was dwarfed by the sheer volume of white-hot rage that filled her the second her bottom hit the earth. There was not much as a scramble of limbs as there was a distinct blur in the position she had been in for a fraction of a second before Enyo turned herself over and launched angrily for Dionysos.
As if her hands were the claws of a rabid beast, Enyo tried to grab him, with the goal of knocking his arrogant ass to the ground and pinning him there.