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DCU: Zatanna Volume 1 Issue 8, "Eht Detpurretni Hcraes"
Zatanna and Jason split up to cover more ground, walking towards opposite sides of San Francisco. Jason instructed Zatanna to teleport him to herself if/when she found Klarion, which Zatanna agreed to do, despite the fact that she’s never actually done that teleportation spell properly. She’s teleported herself through magically-formed portals on numerous occasions, but she’s never successfully teleported someone else to herself. Zatanna is a “showoff”, if you will, who might brag about a skill she doesn’t have. She disregards her own flaws, even blatantly obvious ones.
She waltzed along a sidewalk, still clad in her greyscale tuxedo and top hat, with her white-tipped wand still tight in hand. She looked left and right for Klarion, but all she saw was darkness, and all she heard was silence. Within said silence, she thought to herself about how she regretted lying to Jason. Zatanna was a very regretful person, despite her aforementioned disregard for negatives. It’s as if her positives were used as a shield to hide negatives, like lies and mistakes, from those around her, and said negatives were internalized. To put it bluntly, her mouth is saying “look at me, I’m flawless” but her brain is frequently telling her the opposite.
Abruptly, her self-deprecation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps from behind her. She swiftly rotated 180º to see a man in an orange scarf wielding a wooden baseball bat in hand. The man smirked before swinging the bat at Zatanna’s head, an attack which was managed to be avoided via summersault. From the ground, she pointed her wand toward the man’s weapon and cast a spell.
“Rewolf!”
The bat vanished in a poof of pink smoke, and in its place was a red rose.
“Heh. Very funny” he reacted before throwing the flower at the ground and pulling a handgun from his pocket. He pointed the pistol at the now standing Zatanna and lowered his finger towards the trigger. As a quick defence mechanism, Zatanna cast yet another spell, now pointing downward with the wand. A portal formed beneath her, which she fell into. The man was confused by this action. Zatanna, who had now reappeared behind him, grabbed the man by his shoulders and raised her bent leg up to his back, bashing her knee against his spine. In this quick surge of pain, the man dropped his firearm. Zatanna grabbed her wand, which was just then briefly in her pocket, and pointed it at the grounded pistol, chanting yet another spell.
“Evod!”
The pistol, like the bat before it, disappeared in a poof of smoke. This time, in its place was a dove, which quickly flew out of sight.
“Alright! You’re starting to get on my nerves” said the man while turning around. He rolled up his sleeves and threw his fist at her jaw, but she caught the fist. “You’re… Stronger than you look” he admitted.
“I know” she snarked. She shoved the wand back in her pocket with her other hand before successfully landing a punch on his abdomen. His fist released from her clutch as he stepped back and grabbed his stomach, letting out a “ugh”. As retaliation, he reached for his other pocket. In his way was a can of soup, which he swiftly rolled into a nearby alley. Zatanna’s eyes trailed off to see where the soup was going. She saw a woman sitting in the alley, clad in violet, whom the soup was presumably for. Zatanna was distracted enough by the can that she didn’t even notice the golden amulet that was now in the man’s hand. He chanted a spell, causing a flash of yellow light to appear from the amulet. The light blasted Zatanna backward, causing her to fly several feet, landing on the pavement in a seated position.
“Now” the scarfed man said into a communication device. Zatanna took note of a blue-coated gentleman who stepped foot from yet another alley. She tried to stand up and fend off both men, but her standing was prevented due to the blue-coated man reaching for a handgun and making a successful shot at Zatanna’s shoulder. In pain, she sat back down before lying back, her hat rolling off of her head and her blood making a small puddle from under her. Her limbs were weak both from her fall onto the pavement and the bullet lodged into her arm. As her injured body laid, the scarfed man ran over to her before repeatedly kicking her side. She winced, and wanted to fight back, but was in too much agony to move. She tried to chant a spell, or at least let out a shriek for help, but all that came from her lips was a quiet cough. Through her blurred vision she could barely see the man in blue coming closer. Once he arrived, he kneeled onto her stomach and gave a final blow. A punch to the nose, strong enough for her to now fall unconscious.
~Madam Web
DCU: Zatanna Volume 1 Issue 8, "Eht Detpurretni Hcraes"
Zatanna and Jason split up to cover more ground, walking towards opposite sides of San Francisco. Jason instructed Zatanna to teleport him to herself if/when she found Klarion, which Zatanna agreed to do, despite the fact that she’s never actually done that teleportation spell properly. She’s teleported herself through magically-formed portals on numerous occasions, but she’s never successfully teleported someone else to herself. Zatanna is a “showoff”, if you will, who might brag about a skill she doesn’t have. She disregards her own flaws, even blatantly obvious ones.
She waltzed along a sidewalk, still clad in her greyscale tuxedo and top hat, with her white-tipped wand still tight in hand. She looked left and right for Klarion, but all she saw was darkness, and all she heard was silence. Within said silence, she thought to herself about how she regretted lying to Jason. Zatanna was a very regretful person, despite her aforementioned disregard for negatives. It’s as if her positives were used as a shield to hide negatives, like lies and mistakes, from those around her, and said negatives were internalized. To put it bluntly, her mouth is saying “look at me, I’m flawless” but her brain is frequently telling her the opposite.
Abruptly, her self-deprecation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps from behind her. She swiftly rotated 180º to see a man in an orange scarf wielding a wooden baseball bat in hand. The man smirked before swinging the bat at Zatanna’s head, an attack which was managed to be avoided via summersault. From the ground, she pointed her wand toward the man’s weapon and cast a spell.
“Rewolf!”
The bat vanished in a poof of pink smoke, and in its place was a red rose.
“Heh. Very funny” he reacted before throwing the flower at the ground and pulling a handgun from his pocket. He pointed the pistol at the now standing Zatanna and lowered his finger towards the trigger. As a quick defence mechanism, Zatanna cast yet another spell, now pointing downward with the wand. A portal formed beneath her, which she fell into. The man was confused by this action. Zatanna, who had now reappeared behind him, grabbed the man by his shoulders and raised her bent leg up to his back, bashing her knee against his spine. In this quick surge of pain, the man dropped his firearm. Zatanna grabbed her wand, which was just then briefly in her pocket, and pointed it at the grounded pistol, chanting yet another spell.
“Evod!”
The pistol, like the bat before it, disappeared in a poof of smoke. This time, in its place was a dove, which quickly flew out of sight.
“Alright! You’re starting to get on my nerves” said the man while turning around. He rolled up his sleeves and threw his fist at her jaw, but she caught the fist. “You’re… Stronger than you look” he admitted.
“I know” she snarked. She shoved the wand back in her pocket with her other hand before successfully landing a punch on his abdomen. His fist released from her clutch as he stepped back and grabbed his stomach, letting out a “ugh”. As retaliation, he reached for his other pocket. In his way was a can of soup, which he swiftly rolled into a nearby alley. Zatanna’s eyes trailed off to see where the soup was going. She saw a woman sitting in the alley, clad in violet, whom the soup was presumably for. Zatanna was distracted enough by the can that she didn’t even notice the golden amulet that was now in the man’s hand. He chanted a spell, causing a flash of yellow light to appear from the amulet. The light blasted Zatanna backward, causing her to fly several feet, landing on the pavement in a seated position.
“Now” the scarfed man said into a communication device. Zatanna took note of a blue-coated gentleman who stepped foot from yet another alley. She tried to stand up and fend off both men, but her standing was prevented due to the blue-coated man reaching for a handgun and making a successful shot at Zatanna’s shoulder. In pain, she sat back down before lying back, her hat rolling off of her head and her blood making a small puddle from under her. Her limbs were weak both from her fall onto the pavement and the bullet lodged into her arm. As her injured body laid, the scarfed man ran over to her before repeatedly kicking her side. She winced, and wanted to fight back, but was in too much agony to move. She tried to chant a spell, or at least let out a shriek for help, but all that came from her lips was a quiet cough. Through her blurred vision she could barely see the man in blue coming closer. Once he arrived, he kneeled onto her stomach and gave a final blow. A punch to the nose, strong enough for her to now fall unconscious.
~Madam Web