<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img17/2756/zatannamistressofmagicb.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Zatanna "Zee" Zatara<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Metropolis West<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: The Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Captain Marvel<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The creature had suddenly faced her, casting its ghoulish eyes her way. Zatanna's bold scowl remained and it had become a frown of contemplation for she sensed the magic that drenched the hulkish creature.<br/><br/><strong>Solomon Grundy Born on a Monday!</strong> the creature bellowed.<br/><br/><em>I always hated Mondays</em>, Zatanna aimlessly thought.<br/><br/>She tensed when the zombie charged. Her rose-petal lips pursed with what would have been the first utterance of a spell until a massive green hand expanded behind Grundy to swat him like a bug. Zatanna relaxed and gazed at the man who had been responsible for such magic. The green light was being emitted from his ring, and it seemed capable of tangibility. More magic, and the source was solely the ring on the man's finger.<br/><br/>The battle was then taken over by a super hero in red. He looked almost like Superman except for the obvious alterations in fashion. Zatanna stood on the sidelines, watching the hero dispose of the ghoul. Like the ring, he radiated with a powerful magic that distorted his very being. Where these men had learned such magic, she didn't know but was curious to find out.<br/><br/>With the approach of a young woman, she would learn was named Donna Troy, Zatanna's nerves settled. The battle was over...so she thought. Again, before Zatanna had a chance to say anything, a power so great that it excited an outbreak of goose bumps across her arms descended upon them. Zatanna's sapphire eyes snapped upwards and once again her grip tightened defensively on her wand. <em>Crack!</em> Instantly, without even the utterance of an incantation, the sorceress unleashed five bolts of black magic that struck the other heroes. The attack made Zatanna jump in startle as a sharp gasp left her lips.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the city was blotted out in a black orb that engulfed the three women, and Circe settled before she and Donna. Donna was quick to recklessly attack only to be overpowered by the enchantress.<br/><br/><em>Klarion...who was Klarion?</em> The witch clearly spoke of a situation that didn't involve her, but with the abrupt warp and clutching of her throat, she was easily forced into the situation. Zatanna clutched the woman's hand, trying to pry her fingers free was like trying to peel free a shackle. Her grip was like iron, and as it tightened against her throat, Zatanna dropped her wand and gasped as both her hands tried to free herself. While she struggled, Circe began her arrogant, patronizing prattle. <em>Little One,</em> uttered more times than one, struck a nerve.<br/><br/>Releasing Circe's hand, Zatanna let her arms dangle lifelessly as she uttered on a soft rasp:<br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Aharoni;"><em>EcAf LlOd...</em></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Right before Circe's eyes, Zatanna stepped forward and away from the body in which she still clutched by the throat. Bending over to pick up her wand, she pinched the lip of her top hat as she scowled and said, "Not in your life hag."<br/><br/>Limp in Circe's clutches with floppy arms and legs was a large, life-size doll of Zatanna with button eyes and a stitched smile. Gracefully, the Mistress of Magic leapt backwards to close the distance between her and Donna. Her leap had been inhuman and if the Amazon noticed, she would see that Zatanna's hands were glowing a sky blue. Pointing the end of the wand at the doll, she shouted again:</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Aharoni;"><em>EdOlPxE!</em></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Doll Zatanna's head snapped around to present Circe with its dopey smile. The top hat tumbled free to reveal a wick that had already fizzled down into the doll's skull. A massive explosion rocked the inside of the black orb and winking just outside of it was Zatanna with her hand resting on Donna's shoulder. Smiling proudly, Zatanna twirled her wand and rested a hand upon her hip.<br/><br/>"I'm so tired of people underestimating me," she grumbled, and then pursed her lips in a pout.</span>