"John, does this situation remind you of anything?"
Inside that legendary magic theater, old posters covered every surface. Zatanna and Constantine were in the lobby, casting spells over the entire venue together.
Whenever those freaks with mushrooms growing from their heads crazily pounded on the theater doors or outer walls, the Thorn Protection Charm rebounded their force back onto themselves. As a result, those things were constantly knocking themselves flying, then getting back up again.
This was one of Constantine's specialties, since he got beaten up so often.
"Remind me of what? Probably the first time I got drunk." Zha Kang pinched the cigarette butt, burned down to almost nothing, from between his fingers, then ground it out beneath his shoe as he answered his ex-girlfriend. "Everyone I saw back then was a Beatle with a mushroom haircut."
So damn tired. Little Zatanna's father Giovanni never set up any protections for this whole theater back then. He was really confident.
Going to Trigon's Another World to bring Raven back had worsened his lung cancer considerably. Even his cigarettes no longer tasted good; his mouth was full of blood.
Zatanna adjusted her top hat and rolled her eyes. "I mean the hyenas. Those Hyena-Men we dealt with together the year before last, remember?"
"Oh, that? Of course I remember." Zha Kang pulled a bottle from the pocket of his brown trench coat and took a huge swig to wash away the bloody taste in his mouth. "Jackal Half-Orcs created through West African voodoo. They spread the beastification curse by biting people. Basically a type of Werewolf."
"Don't you think these Mushroom People are a lot like them?" Zatanna moved away from the doors and headed deeper into the auditorium. The zombies outside were pounding on the doors and windows, making the