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Constantine had landed, and even though it was 'spirit only', he could smell the stink of despair amongst the malcontents. There was a bolt of lightning on the horizon, though, and that had seemed to brighten spirits (...literally). Wink.
So... there they were. Helheim. "I'll hold them off." Errkay, John thought with a smirk that remained fairly hidden. There was a humming in his ears, something one would call annoying, and the sorcerers appeared all at once, together, like a group, or a club. So cute. So cute. "I think my words are going to stay with the dark-haired doctor, don't you, Strange?" He'd made several suggestions to Dr. Marchetti before they'd begun their spiritual descent - mostly to do with giving her permission to do 'corpse stuff' with him. He squinted into the distance where Thor (and probably Loki) were coming down out of the fucking sky, then turned and looked back at where Nathaniel had ridden off to. Right, then, straight into the burning fortress.
The British are coming... the British are coming... he chanted with a grin in his own mind and then looked to the girl, Frankie, to see how she was fairing. "Come here often?" Constantine asked her, if for anything to ease her nerves.