Briareos used the time to actually get up off his back, shoving the stool off of him like it was diseased. His arms felt funny like the muscles were trying to lock up or go in opposite directions. He couldn't tell if he was actually experiencing pain or the more agitated he grew a feeling of having more than the two arms at his sides. It had been so long, but he would hang onto that power (whether real or imaginary) because he felt stronger that way.
While Kymopoleia seduced the men outside the door he took what was left of his beer, bottle still in hand and followed out in a dark, slinky shadow.