Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
White-hot sparks flew up from the serpent's motion. They rained down on Ares' bare arms, stinging like shrapnel. He ignored them all. He threw his right arm upward; one of the creature's fangs skidded off its surface, leaving a bubbling line of venom in its wake. Ares struck out with his left hand, catching the great snake hard in its jaw. Something cracked and broke, but the serpent did not cease its forward motion. It lunged at Ares once more, at the last instant darting to one side. It moved to coil around him, to twist him up in its own length until it could attack him in earnest. Ares' heavy strikes never paused, never once hesitated. He struck at the snake as though he meant to punch through it, until his knuckles were raw and bloody from the cracked, chipping scales.
After dropping a second tipua from her grasp and watching it disappear into a satisfying puff of smoke, Raven wheeled again, turning to follow where Coyote had led. She was no mongoose, but there was something she could do. With an ear-piercing shriek she descended on the serpent's face, her hooked talons scratching at its eyes.