Watchtower Rebirth

"From a purely tactical perspective - away from a populated area, but with plenty of cover in case the attacker gets off a few shots before we can take them down."

Jay is leaning against the banister, having changed into his costume in the meantime.

"It should also be someplace that Mr. Constantine would plausibly go, so as not to be too obvious a trap."

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Constantine had to begrudgingly admit that Zachary had skill as he watched the younger magician work, the amount of magic and concentration that was being used certainly impressed him though he wasn't going to express that out loud.

He took a few steps towards his doppelganger, it was eerie just how good the disguise on Abdullah was. John couldn't help but wonder if all his tattoos were in place too.

"It's like you've 3D printed me." He commented while walking around the other man. "As for location, The Mill House. It's in a forest, away from people and there's plenty of cover."

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Abdullah is trying not to let on how uneasy he is with this plan. Considering he was raised in an otherdimensional city of the gods, he's discovering he's strangely adverse to magic. He looks at Zatara, whom he's warmed to a little -- at least in comparison to this Constantine -- and decides he should have faith. Well, a little faith.

"Zachary Zatara," he inquires. "Will it be permissible for me to keep my firearms while in this disguise? Or will it alert our murderous assailant?"

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"I don't think carrying one is out of character for Constantine, so it shouldn't be problematic."

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As if he would stoop as low as to use a gun or under powered, but if it made the Ghost feel safe then John's not going to object.

"Keep it, but in the back of your trousers, under the coat." Constantine did comment instead while running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

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"Are there any other precautions we can take, without knowing the precise nature of the person or thing that is looking for the helm? Or do we just have to play it by ear at this point?"

Jay raises an eyebrow, looking at each of the others in turn.

"I don't want to leave a 'T' uncrossed, here. This is too important."

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"From my little encounter with him, he seems to be all talk and hardly any action. Came right at me with a knife and a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's." John started to explain. "Ain't sure if he's fully human or mortal as when the Helm's light hit him, it blinded him and caused a horrible scream to leave him."

He wasn't sure if any of his words would help, but an unhelpful description was better than not having one at all.

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Ghost secures his guns in heretofore unseen holsters strapped to his back, beneath his cloak.

"Perhaps our enemies underrated you," he says. "Or did not know the helm's power would be active. Or perhaps they are leading us into a trap."

Ghost ponders the possibilities, but they don't deter him.

"I am ready."

He smirks a little.

"But I am not sure I can affect an English accent."

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"Good thing that I can throw my voice." John demonstrated easily as his words issued from the other side of the room.

The warlock approached the front door and opened it, making sure that he was well hidden from anyone who was hiding in the forest that surrounded the clearing the house now occupied for their trap.

"Don't worry about actually speaking mate, if you allow me to, I'll use a modified version of a compulsion to speak spell that I once used on Jason Blood." He received a well deserved punch for it once Etrigan had been dispelled. "Instead of forcing you to actually speak, you'll technically be miming."

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Jay steps out into the forest, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

"I'll be nearby, vibrating out of phase and ready to move. Good luck, gentlemen."

He tugs the edge of his helmet down, tipping his 'hat', and vanishes with a smile.

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"All right, mates," he says. "Let the show begin."

He takes Fate's helmet, and can feel the power pulsing through it. He can see why it's in such demand.

He steps through the door, and lights up a cigarette. Thankfully, the smell allows him to fake smoking it, because that would be a bridge too far. He scans the forest for his assailant.

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A man seems to melt out of the shadows, silhouetted in moonlight, his faces not visible.

"So we're trying this again, Mr. Constantine? Or Have you finally come to your sense? Give me the helmet, and this hunting can end."

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"Senses totally come to." John remarked through the Ghost, hoping his doppelganger had a smug look on his face. "Which is why I've got myself a little help."

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The mysterious man finds himself surrounded, a moment later - by an army of one. Jay launches himself into combat, visible only as a blur of primary colors. He runs in a tight circle around the figure, beginning to draw away the air in a rush.

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Whatever kind of monster their foe might be, some universal standards still applied. The need for sight, for example.

"Tniap ti kcalb."

Zachary conjured a mass of impossibly black paint, dousing their foe's head. Light even seemed to be bending around it, it was so black. The mage smiled to himself. Crimefighting isn't artistic use, right? Suck on that, Kapoor.

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Zatara senses it even before Garrick, the way the man in shadow moves at unearthly angles, seemingly shimmering in and out of the universe, avoiding at least some of the Flash's punches. But not all, and suddenly the shadowy figure is staggered. He's tougher than he looks though, and he throws a probably meaningless punch at his assailant. He's half blind from being suddenly covered in paint, though and suddenly he's losing his veneer of menace. Outmatched, he steps outside the universe for a second, reappearing near "Constantine."

But he doesn't seem to have realized yet that the "Constantine" is a fraud ... and Abdullah, too, can move in and out of The Bleed. The Ghost of Desert lands a kick to the assassin's torso The two begin to fight, seemingly blinking in and out of the universe as they do.

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Jay recognizes the ability, from his fight with Abdullah in Kahndaq. He shouts, to either of the magicians who might be in earshot.

"Tether him to this plane if you can!"

He can adjust his vibrational frequency to partially compensate for their powers - but his interference may do Abdullah more harm than good - so for now, Jay bides his time.

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From just inside his hiding space behind Abdullah, John's hands begin to glow gold as they trace an elaborate looking sigil that floats before their target.

Zachary would feel some very familiar magic being tapped into as the Brit starts to speak. "Rehtet mih ot siht mlaer."

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The Fictional Man lands a punch on Ghost and begins to blink into the bleed, when suddenly he realizes he can't. For a second, his features seem visible ... as a look of terror falls across his face.

Ghost seizes the opportunity to land blow after blow, hitting and kicking his mysterious assailant until, finally, he is on the ground.

"No ..." whimpers The Fictional Man. "I can't fail. I can't ... It's the only way ..."

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