Close Quarters Combat

Thinking quickly, Zatanna threw her makeup tray up at Circe's face. makeup splatters all over Circe's face. Blinded by a cloud of powder, Circe feels the impact of a stool ramming into her stomach, sending her smashed up against the locked wooden door, splintering the wood.

A pair of cuffs appeared in Zattana'a hand as she calmly walks over to her seemingly knocked out rival. Seeing this, Circe sprang back to consciousness and lifted a hand. An iron chest hovered off the ground and hit the unsuspecting magician with devastating ****.

Exhausted, both lied still for a second. Then, Circe, with a look of concentration and thrusting her arm out, Zatanna's 4'11" body started floating up to the ceiling of the dressing room.