"Wouldn't you like to think so," Poseidon growled before being snapped against his own car, the bleary alarms going off for the whole line of cars around them. He wouldn't fall into a puddle just yet, not before making the ground under them quake and split down the middle. He had mixed feelings about this little rumble. On one hand it was exciting to finally have a worthy adversary. And yet, he kept digging up old shit from deep inside that he'd built walls around. No one clawed this deep in Poseidon's head. In some ways it was worse than any physical torture a man or god could ever go through.