Leo clenched his fists, his dragon tattoo glowing a violent blood red. "Do you really think a mere mortal host and a fraction of your power will be enough to bring me down?" he asked, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly despite his defiant tone.
The Antichrist, occupying Konstantine's vocal cords, let out a laugh that sounded like a growl. He ran a hand through his receptacle's blond hair, pushing it back in a gesture dripping with insulting nonchalance.
"I only need thirty percent of my power to beat down the filthy traitors who locked me away..." replied the Antichrist.
Leo, whose stress was now palpable, snapped his fingers. He could no longer afford arrogance. The gravitational pressure he emitted increased abruptly, but the Antichrist did not even seem to notice, walking toward him with predatory slowness.
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