Daniel Ciin | Ares (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thouros) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Ares heard little of Coyote's story, distracted as he was by the serpent's flexing, twisting coils. The great snake thrashed about in pain and growing anger; its tail caught the pool table and shifted it on the floor, jostling Eris's vessel anew. Ares' fury reached new heights. As Raven dug her talons into the serpent's left eye Ares called his spear to him. He wrapped one blood-soaked hand around its shaft, hefted it high, and thrust it deep into the beast's pinned-open mouth. Raven darted up and away, now clutching a massive eyeball in her claws, screaming her victory to the highest heavens.
Ares felt his vessel growing weaker. There was no time left to lose, and Eris remained in danger. Molten gold lapped at the base of the pool table, eating away at its legs, tilting it until Eris risked falling off into the searing pool. Ares growled his frustration and leapt away from the serpent, leaving it to the other two gods. Only this mattered: Eris's body sliding slowly down the damaged felt, moving all too quickly toward oblivion. He turned his back on the serpent and bounded toward her, his arms outstretched to pull her to relative safety.