The Power Of Zeus

"Get out!"

"We can't hold this for long!"

"The hell is the point of your godliness?"

Jack mustered the scraps of his strength and dragged Sharina out from beneath Polyphemus' foot, Newt aiding him by his side. Nike and Bia remained there, both holding up the weight of one leg of a forty-foot giant. From what he knew about the power of gods, Jack hadn't thought stopping the cyclops from crushing them would have taken a lot of effort. He had expected them to blow him apart with a flick of their finger. 

"I'll bring him down," Jack said, dropping Sharina a safe distance away from Polyphemus. "One blast should do." 

"Wait!" Newt grabbed his arm as he pointed his bolt up. "What if you hit them?"

"What?"

"Nike and Bia. What if you hit them?"

Jack clenched his fist. "I won't"

"Then go ahead," Newt said. "You won't get a better shot."