The duel ramped up with both Constantine and Helena pushing their limits. Helena's Aura flared brighter, and Constantine's telekinetic shield buzzed with energy. They collided in a flurry of blows, each testing the other's limits.
"You know, Helena," Constantine grunted, blocking a punch aimed at his ribs. "You could've saved us both the trouble and just admitted I'm better."
"Keep dreaming, you cocky bastard," Helena snapped back, driving a knee toward his gut. Constantine sidestepped, using his telekinesis to push off the ground and twist around her.
"Nice try," Constantine quipped, landing a quick jab to her shoulder. "But you're still too slow."
Helena growled in frustration, her Aura crackling as she threw a flurry of punches at him. Constantine dodged and weaved, his shield absorbing the few hits that got too close.
"You talk too much," Helena spat, her eyes narrowing. "Let's see how smug you are when I wipe that grin off your face."
