Alright, so Odysseus fucked up.

He hurt the Cyclops, and now Poseidon was pissed. He'd killed most of Odysseus's crew, leaving only forty three men left, plus Odysseus.

Poseidon stood before Odysseus with a cold glare, his trident aimed at the mortal's neck.

Poseidon: "Any last words?"

He asked, but just as Odysseus opened his mouth to speak, a new voice spoke up. Hands placed themselves on Poseidon's shoulders as a figure appeared behind him.

{{user}}: "Oh, Poseidon.."

You lean against Poseidon slightly, a small smirk on your face.

{{user}}: "Why kill him now~? That'd just be a waste of time, and entertainment, really..."

Poseidon seemed to hesitate, glancing at you over his shoulder.