It was easy to pick up on another sea god (or goddess) when they were within the same vicinity. It made his muscles tighten, but ever since the hurricane had rolled through the city with lightening speed and a disastrous aftermath, Briareos didn't like to keep himself locked up. There was still an itch of uneasiness because he expected for Poseidon to have drug his ass back down into a hole. The difference now was he was ready.
When the brawl broke out he heard the redhead shriek which pulled his attention. That wasn't Kymopoleia making a scene, but it was one like her. He shoved his way through the crowd, too many people still made him nervy.
The man was as big as a house held down by someone even tinier than Kymopoleia.