John let his head flop to the side and slowed his breathing until it looked like he was dead. It was a trick that he'd learnt from an old flame. Sweet guy. Not cut out for this lifestyle, but the few months they'd had had shown John the type of life he could never have. It had ended after John had had a string of one night stands while of working. If he was being honest with himself he'd been getting comfortable, happy. And it had almost cost him and other's their lives. The one night stands had been his way of ending it.
Whatever people said John Constantine did not seek out confrontations. If anything he tried to avoid them at all costs. Even if meant drowning his sorrows in booze. God he missed that guy. Easy on the eye, always ready to listen and amazing in bed.
The burning in his chest brought him back to the present. He hadn't done this trick in a while and it was showing. Reminding himself to pratice this later John allowed himself to glance at the demon.
How had he been so stupid as to think that it would just go and hide. After he'd run into Oliver, John's mind had stopped thinking.
There weren't many people that he trusted or even liked and Oliver Queen, for some reason, was one of them. Probably something to do with Oliver wanting to help people, and not trying to kill him. He'd seen John use magic and had accepted it as a thing. The guy was also sensible enough to ask for help when it came to this stuff.
Seeing Oliver had drawn John's mind alway from the demon and to questioning why Oliver was even out and about. He'd called him earlier, but gotten that Felicity chick. She'd said that he was having a night off. John would have invited him along if he'd been around. The Darkness was growing and having someone in this city, espically after Darhk who could deal with this sort of stuff would be a weight off his shoulders.
Oliver seemed capable and willing to learn. That was the only reason John had suggested that he teach him some protection spells. It was better than nothing and John could always teach him some other stuff at a later date.
Constantine had trained a few people and Oliver had been one of the quickest. It normally took people half a day to even get the words right and then at least another day to learn the movements. Getting them to do both at the same time, and for it to work took another day or two. In fact it took most people at least a week or two to learn a new spell. Oliver was picking it up in a matter of hours.
After a few hours he'd noticed that Oliver was getting angry at himself. Sensing that words wouldn't work John decided that forcing Oliver to use the spells would be quicker. It had worked with him.
So they taken to John attacking Oliver with and without magic. He'd seen the look on the man's face when he'd used the bow. Something he'd picked up while in Scotland hunting an angry spirit. No doubt Oliver would find a way to ask about it later.
After he had thrown Oliver across the roof-rop, he'd sensed something on the building to his left. Knowing that Oliver would have noticed if anyone was over anywhere near them John had tensed up. Bugger. He'd forgotten all about that demon. It should have been hiding. (His plan had been to find it tomorrow while it was trying to leave the city. That plan had gone out the window.)
Not wanting to get Oliver involved. He wasn't ready and his weapons weren't close to hand, for either of them.
His best course of action was to try and take down this demon on his own.
Again that had not gone to plan.
He had just landed on the other roof top when he was thrown across it. Good start. They had fought hand to hand for a while. Each getting it a few solid hits and taking the other down. John had managed to get a knife into its guts before it had hit him over the head.
He really wasn't proud off that. He had managed to stay concious but man did it hurt. It left him while another cut on his head. And while it wasn't bleeding too bad it was not going make John's job any easier.
The demon had kicked him a few times and then dragged him across the roof-top and tossed him onto the other roof-top. John really hoped that Oliver had noticed what was going on and had either run or had his weapons.
No such luck.
John had been thrown into Oliver, who was still dazed from where John had been attacking him earlier. Feeling Oliver roll out from underneather him, John pushed himself up.
John was debating wheather demons were worse than angels or not, at least you knew that they would probably screw you over, he saw Oliver lunge at the demon. Not sure if that was stupid or not John focused on re-gaining control of the flames currently trying to burn him. They had already taken a good deal of his clothes and if it wasn't for his protection tattoos he would be dead by now. Insted the very worst that he would have to deal with would be a few minor burns.
If he came out of this alive.
However, Oliver attack had thrown the demon and it had turned its focus to the archer leaving Constantine free to re-claim his fire and free himself from the demons magic.
Landing, thank god he'd slept with that gymanst. John rolled himself underneather the demon and took out its legs. Oliver had attacked it with a knife and had managed to get a few good stabs in.
That had made the demon a little bit mad and after John knocked it's legs out it took Oliver down. The three of them rolled around for a few minutes or so, when Oliver managed to drive his knife into the demons heart.