Personal and childhood traumas had definitely been something both of them had avoided discussing so far. Which made sense, since they both were more the sort of people to deal with such tragedies in other ways. Like punching things. Though she did nod when he explained his reservations about Sid Vicious. "And here I thought you could relate to the over-sensitive, troubled soul."
You know that strange feeling where the hairs stand on the back of your neck? Carol was feeling that in spades. Every inch of her body felt on alert. It was the sort of dread she rarely felt these days given her abilities, but it was familiar enough from her childhood and her days before the tesseract. Whatever these creatures were, they weren't like anything she'd been near before.
Go with the original plan. Right. She gave him a nod. "Count of 3. One. Two." And on three, she unleashed a photon blast in the direction of one of the creatures. They hissed and fell back, the light shining off some sort of black scales. But it barely seemed to make a dent and for an instant, Carol saw just how deeply they were surrounded. There were possibly dozens of them in that area along, dog-sized animals with sharp teeth. And the attacks only seemed to anger them. They closed in, jumping at Carol and Constantine with a screeching sound that pierced the air.