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zarataz (zarataz) wrote in silverage,

Zatanna didn't kill (No, she wiped people's minds in order to remove their free will) , and besides, demons didn't die. Not in the traditional sense, at least. They would have to be sent back to where they came from and to do that she had to make them stop moving. Zee reached out and grabbed the ropes of the one demon she had bound and pulled hard until she'd tripped him off of his feet.

"Kcab erehw uoy emac morf. Kcab erehw-- Fuck!" Funny how most people would have been more shocked to hear her curse than to hear the gibberish she was spewing otherwise. Living in 1964 had done a bit to curtail her penchant for the occasional bout of foul language, but when she found herself being grabbed from behind mid-spell and a hand clamping down over her mouth so that she could barely get out her words the langauge was definitely worth it. Hopefully the other woman wouldn't take too much offense.

The ropes remained in place and the demon stayed on the ground, but any progress she'd made in sending him back to hell was stalled. Zee let herself fall still for a moment, forcing herself to stay calm even though her words were muffled and she wasn't a fighter. Okay, so they know enough to cover my mouth, so they're not from here. Good to know. One, two, three...

Zee jabbed her elbow back as hard as she could into the chest of the demon grabbing her, twisting at the same time so that she could get his hand off her mouth. "Teg kcab!" She pushed her hand through the air and the demon flew back into the alley wall.

"This is going to sound rude, but --yats nwod! Htob fo uoy!" Zatanna paused to wave her hand at the demon Mystique had choked. At least he wasn't dead. "Like I was saying, this might sound rude, and I promise you that I've seen stranger, but what are you?"