7th July
22:27 GMT
"I knew him, Zatara. A fellow who thought-"
Nabu grabs Rob's hands and lifts them from his helmet as I put construct armour around Adom.
"-that he could get away-"
"Sleep, child."
"-with stealing the body of a mate of mine."
Rob slams his forehead into Nabu's faceplate then shoves his hands forward, sending Nabu staggering back. "Yeah mate. More magic. Did you not read my file or something?"
"Yes." A new ankh appears on Nabu's chest, a hurricane of golden wind blasting out of Rob and being sucked into it. "Fate sees all."
"Oh." He looks up at me. "Aah?"
I cover him in construct armour and put a spell eater around his neck. Much as he's learned recently, if Nabu has a way around his mana draining there probably isn't much his magic can add.
"And you, Constantine. I should have seen your hand in this from the first. Bartering power first from Demons and now from Klarion himself." John looks mildly pleased with himself. "This day marks the first upon which my desires and those of my host are in alignment."
"Yeah, yeah. Except you're missin' a few bits o' the puzzle, aren't you?"
"A magician of low repute with a history of misdeeds and deception has corrupted others in his treachery. Zatara believed that you would not dare approach his daughter-."
"Back up a bit." John leans back against the closest battery. "What was that about Klarion?"
Shoot or not shoot? Once the batteries are active, they don't stop. Hopefully with the battering Nabu's taken he isn't noticing… No. I should let John keep talking.
"You are using his power. This place reeks of it. Clearly you have made some foul pact to gain-."
"Hahaha!" He looks away from Nabu while he fishes out his cigarette packet with his right hand. "Really? That what you think?"
"What other alternative could there be?"
John looks up towards me. "You wanna tell 'im?"
"We confronted and permanently depowered Klarion three days ago, Nabu. Right now his comatose body is lying in a Chinese prison cell wreathed in suppression chains. They'll probably execute what's left of him in a couple of days, if they haven't already. Do you know how.. China executes supervillains?"
No response.
"They've got a superfunctionary called 'Ghost Fox Killer'. She can rip the souls out of people's bodies and either turn them into ghost-slaves or into batteries. She has absolutely no loyalty to the Chinese state, and has no real need for money, so they buy her loyalty… Or at least her service, by handing the vilest criminals they can over to her. See, the more evil they were, the more power she can draw from them."
"That-. Is-. That isn't possible."
"Sure it is. John? I think this is more your area."
"Klarion's problem… Other than the fact that he's a murderous little shit, is that when Paul nobbled his familiar he decided to stick around rather than fuck off back where he came from. Normally, if you kill a familiar or-" His eyes narrow very slightly. "-destroy a helmet, the bundle of magic energy that make up you gets sucked straight back t' the Plane of Whatever. It's like… Spreading a bit of elastic between two points. Let go of one? It snaps over t' the other one. Klarion cut himself off t' stop that happening, leaving a whole lump of elastic chaos power behind him." John waves his cigarette in the air, eldritch runes appearing in its wake and burning in the air. "Which just about anyone who knew what they're doing could help themselves to."
"Informative. I will be certain to use that knowledge to more efficiently banish Chaos Lords in the future. I will begin with you. Your coat is hardly well-concealed."
"Funny, when y'think about it. Only worked with Giovanni a couple a' times, but you'd think he'd remember how I work."
"He mostly remembers you killing his wife."
John looks down, shaking his head. "That coulda been any of us. Coulda been me. Maybe it shoulda been." He looks up. "Know I thought so at the time. Point bein', I'd have thought he realise what I was up to." He nods his head to the side. "Or maybe he's just keeping shtum. Ah well."
"What nonsense is this? The technique you claim that you utilised against Klarion will not work on me. If by some remote possibility you were able to defeat me, I would accept banishment. I dwell entirely within my helmet. I cannot be severed from my link to the Realm of Pure Order."
"Yeah." The end of John's cigarette flares into life. "Think about that for a mo'. Most people, they do their thinking with what's between their ears, don't they? A Human brain's basically a soggy sack of electrical pathways, but…" He jabs his cigarette forwards. "You don't have one. Your host does, but you were aware of what was goin' on even when you didn't have a host, so you're not runnin' on their brain. Plus, you've got that whole order-fixation thing goin' on. So what are you thinkin' with?"
He waits for a moment, but Nabu doesn't respond. He shrugs. "Pure magic. You're thinkin' with the structures of your soul. Bloody clever, actually. Usually when people try that, try directed reincarnation, it doesn't work quite right." He waves his right hand at the side of his head. "Doesn't all come through. Some memories get lost in the transfer, some get scrambled 'cause they can't hold it together right while the new brain grows… But you've got it solved."
"I am Order manifest."
"Yeah. You are." John stubs out his cigarette on the forehead of Nabu's skull, then tosses the butt aside. "Shoulda thought about that a bit more, really." John's face stills, becomes completely serious. And I see… Just a little… Klarion, there. "You're an arcane construct. You think thoughts of pure magic energy, and the power you use gets constantly replenished from the Plane of Order. But you're not the Plane of Order. You can't take more than a certain amount. And you can't drop below a certain amount. Or you start losing things."
"Wanna know what these batteries are doing right now?"
Nabu charges, an inverted ankh forming in his hands like a sword. I accelerate, railguns opening up with mage slayer rounds. Nabu takes a second to glance my way and the rounds stop in midair as he passes. A muffled bang, and his sword shatters under two bullets from the Ace of Chaos. Jade's okay. Okay enough to fire, which means that she's unlikely to be dying. Why do I think the mage slayers aren't moving? Most likely, an indirect block of some kind. What wouldn't be affected? Any construct would be, they're basically physical attacks. I send filaments downwards just in case. Accelerated like this they move slowly, but if there's a way to reach him then they should find it before he reaches John. What else? I can still see what's happening, so a laser should be able to reach him. No, I don't want to harm Mister Zatara.
He's not shielding his nerves. Electron inductor construct.
Mental pathway damage limit reached. Acceleration discontinued.
A new ankh-sword begins appearing, just as my electron inductor tags his spine. His legs freeze up and he starts to fall forwards. Just before he hits the ground he appears to get his levitation spell working again, accelerating through the air near the ground towards John and the mana batteries that are steadily ripping his mind apart.
"Oh yeah?" John carelessly tosses aside the skull and then sticks out his left hand, golden light jumping from the closest battery and shining through his skin as he absorbs it. "Two can play at that-" A red crackling ankh appears in his right hand. "-game."
"Life is matter given order."
John takes a step forwards. "Come on then!"
"Reason is the spark of life."
John pulls his sword back as Nabu reaches him. "Come on you fuck-!"
"Sentience is matter that embraces-" Nabu flies past John, John's hastily swung sword merely clipping his cape. "-reason."
The air around Nabu shines gold as he lands atop a mana battery, sword raised.
Oh shit, opening fire with everything!
"Did you dare think I was not prepared to die for my cause as well?!"
He brings the sword down on the bat-