Whether another dimension, another planet, or another realm, Dr. Strange had once again found himself in a fight for his life against considerable odds. Luckily, he was also in the company of some of the finest people he'd ever known... and Constantine. The astral projection of Stephen Strange rallied his two allies and beckoned them on toward the walls. "Keep your eyes open for what we discussed," Strange spoke cryptically to Wong and Francine. The doctor had been particularly clear on what type of creatures might be the most dangerous to their astral projections. "Oh, and John..." Strange added with a look back toward the Brit. He snapped his fingers and an enchanted metal slab appeared over the conjurer's mouth. Easily removable but the cape wearing rather enjoyed the break from the Englishman's patter... the carnage of battle would be a welcomed change. Dr. Strange's fists smashed together and his shield's formed before him. His cape caught an updraft and the sorcerer lifted above his fellow wizards, just as Thor's axe struck Constantine's troll in the face. With his bird's eye view, Stephen was sure that wouldn't be the only one.