Bastet takes a look at the mysterious Enemy

Constantine hissed furiously as he drank the fourth bottle. He threw the empty bottle to the floor and cursed. He hadn't imagined it that way. Still Dracula resisted and still the demon had not accumulated enough power to completely overwhelm his mind. And there was something wrong with this funny blonde, too. She was the only one who had shown a reaction so far.

He didn't think it would take that long to break his spirit. He just hoped he had enough alcohol with him.

Meanwhile on a roof near the fight between Batman and Deathstroke.

"Hey boss. This would be our chance," one of the werewolves whispered to the gigantic wolf leaning against the house wall and watching the fight.

Batman had just risen from the dead and shocked everyone present.

"No." The giant growled only and to give his opinion emphasis he pulled his claws over the stone.

The power over his pack was absolute. Hardly that he had pronounced it obeyed the herd. They retreated and looked at the fight further. You could clearly see the bloodlust in their eyes, but the fear of their boss was much stronger than this emotion.

"We're leaving boys!" the giant growled and stomped away from the fight. His boys followed him snarling and hissing, but without any objection. It didn't take long for their boss to stop and raise his head to sniff. "Get lost! Bring everyone you find to the camp."

As soon as the other werewolves were gone he turned around and looked almost amused at the black werecat standing in front of him. Although it was almost 3 meters high, it hardly went up to his hip. However, he immediately fell on the fact that this female radiated no fear. The woman looked at him with green shining eyes at the fearlessly from top to bottom over his body glided. The fact that she was a cat, however, made him instinctively angry which revealed itself in a loud growl. But even as he bared his teeth, the woman reacted with a light wagging of her tail.

"Finally I see you." She finally said in a beautiful, pleasant voice.

"Interesting that you still dare to stand in front of me." He grinned broadly and clenched the fist. I have never hunted a cat before. Somehow it finally belongs to it!

"I'm sorry, but the time has not yet come for us to fight. You'll have to wait a little longer." She said calmly without going into the impressing behaviour.

But with such talk she couldn't make an impression on him. He jumped forward and opened his mouth, but the fearlessness of this woman impressed him. Because she didn't even twitch an eyelash when he threw himself at her screaming. But it was not a rigidity of fear. On the contrary. This piercing gaze was of such self-confidence that even doubts came to him. He was more than a simple fighting machine, even if many in Gotham saw it in him. Even the transformation into a werewolf had not been able to subdue this spirit. However, it had been an exhausting fight.

And it was exactly this mind that prevented him from tearing her to pieces. These eyes. It was the way she looked at him. Those eyes that drilled into his. Only mm in front of her face he slowed down. It would be so simple. He just had to bite and her skull would turn into a pile of porridge. She hadn't even tried to avoid him. Why not?

Snarling, he withdrew from the woman and walked a few meters away. He looked at the Wer-Cat again. It was, in contrast to him, even in comparison to other werewolves, slim. Her body was wiry and athletic, he lacked the muscles of a werewolf, but she seemed much faster and more agile. But all this would not help her in the fight against him. A single hit would tear her to shreds.

Even now she stared at him. Those cursed eyes. Those eyes resting on him.

"WHAT ARE YOU? he hissed angrily and rammed both fists into the ground. Under this force the stone immediately crumbled.

"Your destiny. She said calmly. "It's time for me to go. We'll see each other again soon".

With these words the woman set herself in motion and simply walked past him. Everything in him cried out to tear her apart but that would be a mistake. He had learned a long time ago that pure, brutal strength was not always everything. This woman was perhaps inferior to him in all things that came to him, but still she had clearly more power than he would ever have her.

"And when will we fight?

"Tomorrow!