"I don't care who started it," Hecate said to Ares, facing him. He was at least a head taller, and almost twice as wide, but in terms of power she didn't doubt herself. "You're not to lay hands on any of my guests-" Her own hand shot out behind her, grabbing Apollo's wrist as he was in the middle of making an obscene wanking gesture at Ares. She turned her head and hit him with a dark look, before returning her attention Ares.
She had not forgotten what he had done to Luna, and she still held the clear memory of the pain she'd pulled from the girl, and Hecate was itching to deal it back to him. Were she not surrounded by people under her protection, she would have done it right here.
Ares would explode like a bomb if she attacked his most sensitive area, though. It was the only reason she held back; the collateral damage.
"I made a promise to myself that I would turn any troublemakers tonight into sparrows, so the choice is yours," she warned the pair of them. "Behave or be birds."