Poseidon was so caught up in his anger that he didn't even notice his nephew, Ares. Poseidon had always been a tall and large built man, but he didn't often go around knocking people over. On the other hand, his explosions and sudden bursts of anger resulted in many people getting knocked over, and more specifically, drowning. That was always a source of pride for Poseidon, as was anything to do with his powers. He thoroughly enjoyed being a God, and was terrified of losing those powers.
Seeing Ares, Poseidon sneered. What's wrong? Your dirty scumbag father! Poseidon roared in his mind. Deciding that wasn't the best approach to speak to Ares, especially when he was the god of war, Poseidon took a breath. Releasing his death grip slightly off his trident, he narrowed his eyebrows. "Brotherly love," he growled. What else was he to say? "Your father needs to be taught a lesson or two," Poseidon said without really thinking. For a moment he forgot Ares was Zeus's son.
Sighing, Poseidon took a good look at Ares. Slightly jealous of his younger age, Poseidon couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew Ares didn't have much a reputation with the ladies, which was curious since both his father and uncle did. Too caught up with war, Poseidon supposed. "Just forget about it," Poseidon once again growled.