Nike had known what it meant to come here. What it would mean by forcing Poseidon to give away Theseus location. By beating him and shooting him up with bullets. She didn't give a damn what it meant. She was trying to save her man.
Nike didn't dare get too close. There was a dangerous smile on her face as he asked his question. The answer he expected was too predictable. Too obvious. And it wasn't the one she gave him. "Because death is too good for you. You deserve to suffer for all the pain you cause." Her voice was steady and calm, hatred for the god before her. She kept one gun aimed at his uninjured hand and pointed the other square at his manly region. "If you want to have sex with the next prostitute that comes up here you'd better tell me where Theseus is or I'm going to blow your fucking balls off."