Re: Lookout group - The halls inside Nergals lair.
Blank looked at the door Zatanna opened for him, the rush of air from it was hot. Hotter than anything he had ever felt in his life.
Clenching his fists, he cast several different spells. Ones to augment his body making it stronger, faster, better. He had one goal in his mind: Make sure everyone got out of here safe, no matter the cost to him. The mage thought John Constantine as a friend, someone to move mountains for.
The runes on Blank's gi glew a bright green as the mage rushed through the door. It brought him in to a dark, hellish hallway, but there was barely a second before he was attacked by a tortured soul. It grabbed on to his shoulders for a moment before Blank knocked its arms away. In almost the same motion, Blank gave the soul a powerful punch, sending it back in to the rest of the horde.
Blank's body glew a bright green as the ki flowed through out his body, giving everything else in the hallway a smirk.