Coeus could easily tell that the three of the women did not know each other well enough to work as a functioning team. He sat down Indian-style, avoiding having his body riddled with holes by the stalagmites, and then punched the back for an opening and rolled out. The car had flown directly over him, and the projectiles sent by Dinah missed him, for the most part. They had broken through and glided across his skin, scratching him in places and skidding across him to form bruises in others. But for the most part, Coeus was fine.
He started snapping off the stalagmites from the ground and threw them at Dinah and Calypso.
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