Oliver felt the vibration quake through the floor, it moved viciously through his limbs. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing the way Cisco felt the ground and working through his confidence. Rolling out of the stumble, he tossed one of the small arrows sheathed in his sleeve.
Cisco was distracted as he watched the man roll on the ground, proud of his accomplishment of disarming the vigilante. He didn’t see the man toss one of his smaller arrows until it was feet from him. Cisco knew he couldn’t stop the arrow, so he tried dodging, but he was too slow. The arrow lodged itself in his shoulder and Cisco’s hand flew up to where it stuck. “Ow! Shit!”
Cisco backup 