"Yeah, right." The guy threw out as if that kind of half-assed threat was actually going to stick. He was standing between two sea gods. In a recently half-flooded city. He didn't stand a chance.
Briareos didn't attack for sport though, only if his survival was threatened. With the new surge of power just from the hurricane waters alone, he wouldn't be so weak. He fed of hate just as easily. So, Kymopoleia's toying was a bit of a surge.
He had also been at the end of her attacks before. As he wasn't the strong hundred hand Titan from before, she had bested him many times--but her hate wasn't toward him. Not now. Briareos gave her straight face, only his eyes shined as the drunk slapped him a third time. This guy was definitely invading his space.