Another red dot lit up on the holographic globe, causing her to sigh in frustration. It wasn't suppose to fail. She had taken every precaution, double checked her work to make sure it had been flawless, then checked it again. Claire Swanepoel closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, pushing back a few strands of blonde hair in an attempt to calm her anger. Whoever allowed this to happen would be disposed of the second she fixed it. Turning from the holographic globe she walked over to a section of the room that was strikingly different than the sleek styled area where the high tech equipment was placed. Bookshelves with ancient looking journals and scrolls lined the walls, candles placed throughout the arcane sanction and an old purple rug with a mystic symbol laid on the floor. Trailing her fingers along the spines of the books she stopped on the particularly ancient looking journal of an Egyptian warlock. Flipping through its delicate pages she returned to the holographic globe, setting the book down momentarily and placing her hands on the glowing outline of two hands connected to the machine. Her magic powers being synced to the machine, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind and soul to explode out of herself and fly across the globe in a matter of seconds, working as a magic radar. Opening her ice blue eyes again another red dot appeared on the projection, somewhere in Russia. "Dammit" she hissed. This should be impossible. But the evidence was in front of her, and the threat was too dangerous to ignore.
All the while the Vogue Vixen had been scanning the earth for magical disturbances, two elite martial artists had been sparring in the last third of the sectioned multipurpose room. A tall man with lean muscles and raven black hair landed an uppercut to the stomach of a tall and toned brunette while she brought her foot to the side of his head in a powerful roundhouse. Both sparing partners recoiling from the force, Jasper Hunter and Madison Vaughn quickly recovered and laughed at their fourth stalemate in a row. Madison, commonly known as Kalliste, moved to a corner of the room for a bottle of water while Jasper hopped over the rope of the boxing ring, a wide gleeful smile covering his usually stone cold face, and wrapped an arm around Claire's shoulders. "Come on Claire, you've been working on that all day. Take a break and relieve some stress and spar with us," he said lightheartedly. The trio went farther back than nearly anyone she knew, and all three could let their usually cool composure down around each other. But not now, there was too much at stake. Pulling his arm off her she picked the journal back up and flipped to the page she had been reading, holding it open while handing it to him.
"They almost couldn't stop him the first time. He left a wake of destruction nearly unparalleled in magic's history. There is great good and great evil on earth, but he is purely chaos. We have to stop him," she told him as he read, his previously amused face slowly replaced by a grim expression. Shutting the journal he cursed under his breath before looking out the window with desperate determination burning in his ocean blue eyes. "Then what's the plan? Our family's will only be of so much help, we'll have to contact others," he said turning to look at her, but she wasn't paying attention. He recognized the look on her face, her mind was in multiple places at once: thinking, planning, calculating. Returning to the present she began making her way to the loft's exit, calling over her shoulder, "I can think of another capable family. I have a few calls to make, fill in Madison and the Hand," and before he could fit in a "be safe" she had disappeared.
Pulling out the London mansion's driveway in her Porsche 911 Carrera 4S, she had made it to the highway leading to a private train station as a massive beast rammed the luxury vehicle with an unexpected and ear shattering CRASH and sent it flying off the road and into the treeline beside it. A lifetime of combat instincts activating, Enchantress automatically put up a force field to soften the landing. The beast must have been extremely strong, they had landed some distance away from highway road in the heavy woods next to it. But she didn't have time to think about where she was, only the growling and thrashing of the beast attempting to make its way into her car. Its massive hands were covered in brown fur, but resembled that of a human, only with long razor sharp claws in place of fingernails. One clawed hand narrowly missed an attempting grab at her face, the beast still trying to fit more than one arm into the vehicle. Holding up a hand of her own a vibrant green light pulsated from it, sending the beast flying back and crashing through several trees with a loud whoosh. She could hear the disoriented beast howl in rage as she quickly used the blasted hole in the car to escape. Standing firmly an estimated ten yards away from the beast, an open clearing had been created by the trees destruction. Recovered from the blast she could fully see the beast. It resembled a massive wolf standing on its hind legs, similar to a children's story werewolf. With demonic red eyes to complete the horrific beast, she became well aware of its origin. Pushing her hands forward a continuous beam of emerald light shot towards the demon. Raising its arm to block the attack the demon started to be pushed back, but gained the strength to ignore the attack altogether. Enchantress dropped her hands in shock, some of the world's greatest wizards wouldn't have been able to block that attack. The beast must have possessed magical resistance. Before she had time to think about the possibility, the wolf-like demon was charging forward, clawed hands extended for her throat.
Coolly she held her ground until the last possible moment, her superhuman agility allowing her to jump forward swiftly, jack knifing over its massive body with finesse. However the beast was quicker than she estimated, and while flying directly over it its hand clawed the air, tearing her clothes and leaving a gash down her side, starting just below her breast and ending just below her hip. She grunted in pain, landing behind the demon with one hand clutching her injury. She was loosing blood fast, and the immediate danger caused her adrenaline to fully kick in. "This fight, is over," she snarled to herself. Her mind lashed out and gripped the confused beast like a whip, causing instant damage while fighting to subdue it into unconsciousness. Its mind reminded her of Final Arrow's, like fire, burning with visions of hell unseen by mortals. But after a battle with the Lord of Hell himself, Enchantress was able to fight the pain and knock the demon unconscious with one final push from her mind.
Finally allowed to let her guard down, she let out an exhausted gasp of air. Still clutching her side she gazed around the ravaged clearing: broken tree branches scattered the torn up grass, and her magic energy had left the ends of foliage singed. Scrunching her face in pain she psychically activated a healing spell that would help minimize the wounds long term damage, but something about the demon's own magic origin blocked her from healing it completely. Limping towards the less-damaged passenger seat of her car, she reached through the broken window and grabbed her iPhone out of her Louis Vuitton bag. One button was all it took to call the speed-dialed number. Three rings and he picked up, "Kastiel" she winced, "how does a family activity sound to you?"