"I have a confession," Kymopoleia said. Then she punched the man in the throat and slammed him against the nearest wall. "He's not really my friend."
Things got a bit blurry for her after that, she only knew that she was punching and scratching and laughing. That others tried to stop the sea gods and that there was blood all over her hands, up her arms, across her face. There was something like the old days about this, when Briareos had made the storms and Kymopoleia had brought violence to the waves. That had been her role and she'd known it well. Even if she'd hated Briareos, even if he'd made her hard and cruel and sharp, she had liked that part. Because it was sending that violence on to someone else.
Then there was sirens and Ky shot a look towards Briareos to see if he'd heard them as well. She needed to get out of here and she wasn't waiting around for him.