Antigone hit the ground with a jolt when Ares released her, landing on her knees and her one good hand. The ground swelled and heaved like an ocean beneath her, she needed to close her eyes to try and keep her balance as she pushed herself back onto her heels. Her arm was limp in her lap; she didn't know if she could move it - she didn't try. But then, for those first few moments, she didn't try to move anything, still too caught in the heartstopping moment when it seemed like Ares would twist her arm so hard her bones snapped.
But she could hear Asterion, Bia and Ares exploding just a few feet from her and Antigone put her good hand down on the ground and heaved herself back to her feet, her bad hand pressed against her stomach. Breath shuddered in and out of her lungs as Ares threatened her life.
The alley was scattered with trash, most of it banked up against the wall near the skip; there were plenty of projectiles to be had. She was shaking, and slow, but not so much that she couldn't step back and find another bottle. Standing behind Asterion and Bia, facing Ares, she raised the bottle to shoulder height, waiting for her moment, and trying not to throw up.