In Ancient Greece Briareos had made the sea storms and Ky had followed, her waves crashing down upon the doomed sailors. And now she followed again, snapping at one of the other man after Briareos had grabbed his.
She wrapped her fingers in his hair, yanking him backwards, strong and surprisingly, bringing him to his knees. Reaching he grabbed for her ankle and Kymopoleia slipped on the wet road, hitting the ground with a cracking sound.
He tried to grab for her, but Kymopoleia was thin and slippery and fast. Her knee connected with his face and he grunted in pain. She wished there were puddles near deep enough to drown him in. She only needed an inch or so; human lungs were fragile and easy to coax into breathing water.