The bog had felt alien to the Swamp-Thing the past few days; the air hung denser against his shoulders, the birds no longer chirped, the hum that usually accompanied his corner of the world had ceased. It was summer; the greenery should have been dense, the creature himself should have been thick and full and yet he found himself brown and listless. With this in mind, it shouldn’t of been a surprise when he felt a familiar presence. With the disturbance the creature felt, it was a wonder Constantine hadn’t visited sooner. 

All that movement, the chanting and screeching, seemed utterly unnecessary to Alec. With a roll of his eyes, he turned to the task at hand. Reaching behind his back to pull an arrow from his quiver. While the barrier spell was up and running, he took the time to run his stele over the arrow, making it faintly glow and light up with blue symbols.

Without another word spoken, he notched the arrow in his bow, took aim, and let it fly free. It hit it’s intended mark and the demon went down hard, slamming to the ground, motionless and dead. He then fired a second and third arrow to kill two more demons, ending the attack.

i'm like standing right here.