Location: Gotham – Rooftops
Golden light bathed the darkened sky as Doctor Fate descended, his presence so heavy with divine authority, that even reality felt denser. Behind him, Zatara and Etrigan followed, their eyes locked onto the White Wolf.
Avon remained seated on the edge of the rooftop, his tail swaying lazily behind him. He exhaled, taking in their scent—determination, unease, a hint of fear from Zatara.
Constantine muttered under his breath. "Bloody fantastic. I said we should talk, not start a magical war."
Doctor Fate extended a hand, his voice like echoing thunder. "You are a disturbance in the natural order, Avon Von Deovola. Your power is unchecked, your growth limitless. We cannot allow this imbalance to continue."
Avon smirked. "Imbalance? That's rich coming from a Lord of Order."
Etrigan stepped forward, his demonic grin widening.
"Your power shakes the worlds untold,
A beast unchained, too fierce, too bold.
Should you persist, a war will rise,
And countless souls will meet demise."
Avon stood, stretching his arms. "Alright, I've heard enough rhyming threats for one night. If you wanted a fight, you should've just said so."
Constantine sighed. "Right, and now he's pissed."
Doctor Fate raised his hands. The air crackled with power. Golden sigils formed around Avon, ancient runes designed to bind the soul, restrain the body.
Avon sniffed the air. His eyes flashed.
A trap.
With a burst of blood-red aura, he vanished, reappearing behind Fate in an instant.
Fate reacted before Avon's claws slashed through the air, colliding with an invisible barrier. The force of the impact shattered windows for blocks.
Zatara chanted a spell, his magic snaking toward Avon like glowing chains.
Avon dodged, twisted, countered. His aura flared, shredding the incoming attacks before they could touch him.
Etrigan roared, lunging forward, hellfire blazing in his claws. Avon met him head-on, their strikes shaking the entire building as they clashed.
Doctor Fate hovered above, analyzing. Calculating.
His golden helm gleamed.
"Then we do this the hard way."
The sky ripped open with a burst of divine energy as Fate summoned a dimensional prison. The very fabric of reality twisted as space around Avon collapsed inward.
Avon snarled, his instincts flaring.
He could smell the danger.
His body tensed. His power surged.
And then—
With a deafening howl, Avon's aura erupted, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The magical constructs cracked, shattered, dissolved.
Doctor Fate looked unfazed. Zatara's spell failed. Even Etrigan took a step back, growling.
Avon grinned, his golden-red eyes glowing in the night.
"Not bad," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But you're gonna have to try harder than that."
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