When she reached into her coat Poseidon shove Briareos to the edge. "I'm doing this for you,' he told her. As if getting rid of Briareos got rid of the problem. It was sentiment from Poseidon but she had already fired.
Briareos shut his eyes tight, using what was left of his long arms to grip the dirt and keep himself from falling completely down the hole.
Poseidon dropped coated in his own blood. "What the fuck," he peeled his hand from the affected area in his shoulder.