Constantine and Helena stood facing each other, the air in the dueling hall thick with tension. The crowd around them was silent, watching with bated breath as the two Outcasts prepared for what was sure to be a brutal clash.
Constantine's smirk was sharp as he took a step forward. "Still think you can take me, Graves? You might want to reconsider before you embarrass yourself."
Helena's eyes narrowed, her Aether Aura shimmering with intensity. "You're all talk, Constantine. Let's see if you can back it up."
Without another word, Helena launched herself forward, her Aura amplifying the speed and strength behind her movements. Constantine's tactile telekinesis immediately activated, forming a nearly invisible barrier that hugged his body closely. As Helena's fist shot toward him, the barrier absorbed the impact, sending a ripple of energy through it, but Constantine remained unmoved.
