Chunks of rock and concrete and asphalt wouldn't even ordinarily be a challenge for Hades, who slips through the stone fist as though it were made of nothing more solid than smoke.

Or as though he were.

The last of the mortal look has slipped away, now, and Hades manages to look... surprisingly majestic, for someone so clearly cheesed off.

"So lemme ask you something, just to be clear. Where are you going with this? I mean, what, right? You're mortal. I'm a god. Do you have any idea how high up on the food chain you'd have to be just to fight me to a standstill?"

At least he admitted he's a god?