Yao Fei dragged Oliver just as Fyres was dragging Laurel, she struggled against his grip. His clean nails broke the skin of her bicep and blood sprang to the surface. She growled through gritted teeth, Fyres laughed maniacally. 'Bit of a nuisance isn't it?' He asked. Laurel forced a smile onto her face and nodded, 'don't worry Miss Lance.' Laurel flinched as he morphed her own name into verbal poison, 'this will all be over soon.'
'One way or another,' Laurel said under her breath.
Fyres laughed, 'you seem to be under the delusion that this will somehow turn your way.' He paused, 'it wont.' Laurel snorted but the dismissive sound froze in her throat, 'I understand that you have just realised how I intent to rid this world of your presence?' He asked. Laurel didn't say anything, she attempted to swallow her fear but it caught in her throat. A few paces in front of them was a familiar circle of men, in the middle stood the masked sadist that had tortured Laurel and Oliver both. She squeezed her eyes shut as they drew nearer, Laurel had hoped that when she opened them she would wake next to Oliver. She had hoped that it had all been a dream, the storm, the island. Everything.
Fyres came to a halt and forced Laurel to stand motionless by his side, Yao Fei shoved Oliver forwards. He stumbled before straightening by Laurel's side. Laurel looked up at Oliver, his blue eyes were wide with shock. 'This again?' Oliver asked. 'Didn't we already do this?'
Fyres took a step forwards and turned to face the party of three, 'yes but on prior occasions I have had different motives. You see Mr Queen this is not a match, this is an execution.' Oliver flinched as Fyres spat the last word at him, Yao Fei grasped his arm once more and dragged his heavy feet the final few paces to the circle of black clad men. Fyres thrust a thumb at Laurel and then at Oliver, 'two against one. Should be fair.' A chuckle ran through the crowd of men as the two were thrown into the centre of the circle.
Laurel stood upright and stared with no emotion at the man with the blade, 'wait!' She yelled as he approached her, the tip of the blade drawing a thin line in the dust at his feet. 'Surely this is partly for entertainment.' Fyres nodded a sickly smile plastered across his fat lips, 'then would it not be more interesting if we too were armed?' Fyres frowned as he considered her proposition, eventually nodded.
'What weapon would you prefer Miss Lance?' He mused.
Laurel looked at Oliver and he nodded encouragingly, 'sword.' She stated bluntly. Fyres let out a short bark like laugh and gestured for Laurel to be handed a blade. She grasped the sturdy handle of the blade.
'Mr Queen?' Fyres asked directing the same question at Oliver. Oliver shook his head, he had decided prior to the question that a bow would be more of a hindrance than an assisting attribute. 'Now then Miss Lance,' he said as he turned back to Laurel. 'Are you satisfied?' Laurel nodded shakily. As soon as her head moved the masked man thrust his blade at Laurel, she caught the moonlight glinting of the blade and ducked. The sword whipped past her head, she leapt to her feet and deflected his next blow. A clang rang through the air as metal struck metal, the masked man pushed his blade forcefully upon Laurel's and she struggled to maintain her small advantage.
Suddenly the pressure on her arm was released and her weight was thrown forwards, she stumbled but remained on her feet. Oliver darted forwards and stood protectively in front of Laurel as she regained her balance, he threw his fist out at the masked face. The man dodged around the punch deftly and threw one of his own, there was a dull thud as his knuckles met Oliver's chin. Oliver groaned but his hands remained by his sides. Laurel stepped from behind him and came to a standstill at his side, a grimace was plastered on her face as she raised her blade. She thrust it at the masked mans stomach but he deflected it and forced her back, her heels created tracks in the dirt.
Laurel held her sword up defensively and readied herself to fight, suddenly Slade darted through the crowd and thrust his blade at the masked man. Laurel frowned in confusion as the two men were thrown into a heated match. Their blades met with such force that it stopped them both, they struggled against the others strength. Slade pulled his blade away and flicked it in one swift movement and brought the masked man to his knees, Laurel gasped. Slade pinched the front of the mans black shirt and drew the masked mans ear up to his lips, 'not so menacing anymore are we Billy?' After he had finished speaking he shoved the other man to the floor and drove his blade through his eye.
Oliver gasped as blood gushed from the wound, Laurel turned around and covered her mouth with her hand. The masked man slumped and his blood seeped into the ground, Oliver gagged and mirrored Laurel's actions. Slade removed the slick, wet blood from his blade and joined Oliver and Laurel. Fyres yelled in indignation, 'get them!' A sea of black flooded towards the three, Laurel and Slade raised their blades in preparation for the onslaught of enemies. A battle cry rose from the crowd as Slade ran forwards to meet them, their numbers began to dwindle as more and more fell pray to Slade's expertise.
By the time the siege reached Oliver and Laurel there where not nearly half as many soldiers, Laurel ducked beneath fists and swung her sword. Oliver's fist flew through the air and connected with soldiers chins, eventually they where left with a carpet of black. Fyres grimaced and pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants. He aimed in at Slade and fired the bullet in one slick movement, Slade yelled and crumpled to the floor. His hand flew to the wound and came away coated in red, Oliver looked from Slade to Fyres. The ground that had occupied Fyres moments before was now empty, Fyres had fled.
Oliver and Laurel helped Slade to his feet, blood flowed freely from the bullet wound in his shoulder. He groaned as Oliver and Laurel dragged him gently along, all three of them grunted as they struggled out of Fyres camp. Behind them sparks flew and half of the camp went up in flames, Laurel could feel the heat on the back of her neck. She grimaced and continued.
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Lauriver's Island- Year 1
Fanfiction'Laurel?' Oliver asked his dark haired girlfriend. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, 'yeah?' Oliver knitted his fingers with hers and held her hand up to his lips, 'do you want to come on the gambit with me? It would only be f...
