Constantine vs. The Spartan

The doors to an abandoned warehouse creaked as they swung open. Into the ware house walked the Spartan, it was pitch black inside the warehouse, but Demetrius had a reason for being there. Lately, he had been pursuing the one known as Constantine.

Using his superb senses, The Spartan was finally able to track Constantine down. Indeed, would Demetrius remain the hunter; or become the hunted? Reaching up, he secured his helmet; for it was the only thing that protected him from telepathic attacks.

In the pitch blackness, he stopped, closed his eyes, and listened........... Constantine was there; Demetrius could feel it. He took out a pistol, loaded it with vibranium ammunition, then stood there. It was Constantine's move.

Constantine watched spartan step into the abandoned warehouse, he watched and heard as The Spartan loaded his gun, Scott wanted to end this quick. he sat upon a pole going from one end of the warehouse to the other, his long dark jacket flapping behind him looking invisible in the night, he looked at the sword in his hand, his hands were both warm because of the fingerless gloves he wore. his bare chest was being pounded by cold wind, and his jeans rippled in the wind, he stood up and flipped the sword over in his hand. In the blink of an eye he teleported from the pole to the Spartan, Cons sword swinging for the mans neck.