Yes yes, John thought in reaction to Nathaniel's orders. The darkness deity led his Black Parade through the skies and Constantine rolled his eyes blatantly in dismissal. Wait, trolls? Fuck's sake. Out of respect for the sorcerers' ranks and rapport, Constantine awaited Strange's orders before taking any action to do with the awaiting horde of death-by-illness soldiers. The doors were down, though (not that it really mattered to those astral projecting) and some of the men (and the odd woman) were charging after Thor.
"So..." John said loudly over the minor roar of cries, "wands at the ready?" He rose his hands as the head of a fucking troll appeared behind the wall Thor had just taken out the gate to.