An ear-splitting hiss broke through the trees a micro-second before a flurry of blue-silver scales and claws shot from the bushes.
Poseidon's jaws closed on the devil's smiling head. Before the rest of his body had slammed about him, the man had already been freed of his head in one fell chomp.
Poseidon didn't stop there, raging and tearing at the corpse long after it had fallen, splattering blood across his wild gold eyes and spraying it onto the trees. Blood dyed ash piles into dark, sunken splotches.
Something like a shadow slipped from the scene. Poseidon didn't notice.