Re: Ares/Raven/Maui/Coyote - by the pool table, 10 p.m.
Instructions heard and heeded, Coyote nodded.
"It is the preferred method," he joked, unable to keep silent even in a moment like this. He fell to all fours and loped around the giant serpent, which was summarily distracted by both Raven's attack on its face and Maui's hook now embedded in its skin. It's head reared back, a hissing scream filling the room as saliva dripped from its impossibly long, dagger-like teeth. Coyote climbed up the coils of the snake like steps, the warm touch and ever-moving scales as muscles slid beneath him a cursory thought as he focused on his task.
He came behind the snake's head, hooking claws into the bottom half of the snake's jaw, nailing it open to its own neck.
"Being quick would be wonderful, friend," he called out to Maui as the snake began to try and buck him. "I haven't done something like this since Buffalo thought we'd have a contest, and I knew I had to prove him wrong—" The story he'd begun to recite was quickly cut off as the snake tried to buck him again, and he was forced to refocus his concentration.