Maybe her spirit was alive again after all he and Poseidon had done to destroy it. She was not weak at all, seeing that gave him an old surge of power himself but not against her. She was on his side now. He liked keeping her there.
He quirked the end of his lip, downing off his beer and turning to face her in his seat. The men that came in the door brushed past Ky, nudging a hard shoulder into hers. They crowded themselves around the thin sea couple, thinking as always that brute looks made them as strong as they thought they were. One kicked the stool out from under Briareos which was unexpected from the thin sea titan and knocked him to the ground. With him flat on his back, the man scooted the stool over him, the little pegs pinned around his head as the guy sat down beside Kymopoleia.