Oliver felt the ground begin to shake violently beneath his feet. The slick cover of mist that settled along the lip of the roof provided no stability for him to recover. His fingers grasped at the hollowed shaft of his arrow, allowing himself to free fall just long enough to square perfectly with his target. With a deafening snap, he watched the arrow slice through the air and barrel down towards him. At the last second, the nylon net disbursed and Oliver crashed into the dense metal trash bin with a thud. Ouch.
The devilish smile spread across his face almost instantly as Oliver fell. He knew it wouldn’t hurt him, then man seemes practically indestructible. He heard the bow of the string snap, signalling the release of some sort of arrow. He took a step to the side, hoping to miss the arrow. He didn’t intend on a net being released, and suddenly Cisco was forced back into the wall, his head knocking against the brick hard enough for him to black out for about a minute.
He slowly blinked his eyes open. “Lucky shot, Queen.” Cisco spit, struggling against the nylon ties. He knew he could get out of this, he just needed to figure out how.
Cisco backup 