Green Arrow, now with 100% more dinosaurs
Ollie wakes up. It’s dark. His head hurts. Someone has done a very good job at tying him up. He’d been dreaming about Dinah, too. Someone was going to pay for this.
His hands are bound behind him, but to where he cannot reach his quiver. His bow is off to one side, but of no use. He takes a moment to review his surroundings. He’s in the woods, but there’s no sign of where he had made camp. There is, similarly, no sign of whoever hit him on the head. This is unfortunate, as Ollie really wants to repay the favor.
He tugs at the bonds. They’re solid.
“Damn, I really didn’t want to have to try this…” he says to himself, under his breath.
Ollie wiggles as best he can to a tree, and places his left shoulder against it. Seemed like only a yesterday Roy was telling him how he’d used this trick to get away from Drakon. Well, there’s some use in having an adoptive son trained by government agencies into becoming leader of a secret society.
Ollie takes three breaths in rapid succession and pushes against the tree. His shoulder dislocates and the world swims. He screams in pain and drops to the ground. He can feel himself slipping towards oblivions. “Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, don’t pass out…” he says to himself, over and over.
Finally, the moment passes, leaving only pain. It feels like a lifetime later, but it is probably only a couple of minutes. Gritting his teeth and working through the pain, he slips his right hand out of the now loose bonds and leans against the tree. “Damnit.”
He wraps the rope around his left arm, grits his teeth and pulls. The shoulder pops back in, and he screams, fighting unconsciousness again. His head stops swimming after a moment and he is able to undo the bonds around his legs.
Ollie gets up, still shaking a little, and picks up his bow. There’s a rustle in the underbrush. Ollie knocks an arrow, but doesn’t pull it. He’s not sure how his arm would hold up so soon after being dislocated. He hopes that who or whatever it is will be scared off by the sight.
A dinosaur steps from the forest and looks at him. Ollie backs up, and the dino follows him, slowly advancing. A thought occurs. Didn’t that Jurassic movie talk about dinosaurs like this? Something important, but Ollie can’t place it. “Git!” he snaps at it, knowing how silly it sounds, but not knowing what else to say. The dino snarls and bears it’s teeth. Ollie starts to pull his bow, knowing it’s going to hurt a lot, to shoot it in the throat, right above that stupid little collar.
Six things happen at the same time.
1) Ollie hears a rustle behind him.
2) Ollie remembers what the movie said. They hunt in packs.
3) Ollie throws himself to the side.
4) The dinosaur behind him tears deep gashes in his back with its teeth. Teeth that would have snapped his spine like a twig if he hadn’t moved.
5) The other dinosaur charges.
6) Ollie fires his arrow, which finds his mark, killing the charging dinosaur. Or it would have, if his arm handed given out. His arrow arches off into the woods and the pain renders his left arm unusable.
Ollie rolls to his feet and scans. Only two dinosaurs. Only. Guess I’m not enough of a meal for three. Ollie feels a little slighted by this.
Come on, old man. You’ve survived worse than this. Hell, even that bastard Travis Morgan can take out two dinosaurs.
The lizards try to flank Ollie, nipping toward him if he moves toward one. He reaches for an arrow.
He turns and looks directly at one of the raptors. Gotta time this just right… He flips backwards, just as the teeth close where he was. His good hand whips out. The arrow flies straight and true and explodes gooily over the raptor’s mouth. Glue arrows, worth their weight in gold. The lizard scrabbles at the glue with it’s arms, but they are too short to reach. It retreats, crashing through the underbrush.
Ollie lands feet first on the head of his attacker, which disorients it not at all. He falls, rolling on his right shoulder.
His attacker moves in for the finish.
Ollie reaches for an arrow.
His hands are bound behind him, but to where he cannot reach his quiver. His bow is off to one side, but of no use. He takes a moment to review his surroundings. He’s in the woods, but there’s no sign of where he had made camp. There is, similarly, no sign of whoever hit him on the head. This is unfortunate, as Ollie really wants to repay the favor.
He tugs at the bonds. They’re solid.
“Damn, I really didn’t want to have to try this…” he says to himself, under his breath.
Ollie wiggles as best he can to a tree, and places his left shoulder against it. Seemed like only a yesterday Roy was telling him how he’d used this trick to get away from Drakon. Well, there’s some use in having an adoptive son trained by government agencies into becoming leader of a secret society.
Ollie takes three breaths in rapid succession and pushes against the tree. His shoulder dislocates and the world swims. He screams in pain and drops to the ground. He can feel himself slipping towards oblivions. “Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, don’t pass out…” he says to himself, over and over.
Finally, the moment passes, leaving only pain. It feels like a lifetime later, but it is probably only a couple of minutes. Gritting his teeth and working through the pain, he slips his right hand out of the now loose bonds and leans against the tree. “Damnit.”
He wraps the rope around his left arm, grits his teeth and pulls. The shoulder pops back in, and he screams, fighting unconsciousness again. His head stops swimming after a moment and he is able to undo the bonds around his legs.
Ollie gets up, still shaking a little, and picks up his bow. There’s a rustle in the underbrush. Ollie knocks an arrow, but doesn’t pull it. He’s not sure how his arm would hold up so soon after being dislocated. He hopes that who or whatever it is will be scared off by the sight.
A dinosaur steps from the forest and looks at him. Ollie backs up, and the dino follows him, slowly advancing. A thought occurs. Didn’t that Jurassic movie talk about dinosaurs like this? Something important, but Ollie can’t place it. “Git!” he snaps at it, knowing how silly it sounds, but not knowing what else to say. The dino snarls and bears it’s teeth. Ollie starts to pull his bow, knowing it’s going to hurt a lot, to shoot it in the throat, right above that stupid little collar.
Six things happen at the same time.
1) Ollie hears a rustle behind him.
2) Ollie remembers what the movie said. They hunt in packs.
3) Ollie throws himself to the side.
4) The dinosaur behind him tears deep gashes in his back with its teeth. Teeth that would have snapped his spine like a twig if he hadn’t moved.
5) The other dinosaur charges.
6) Ollie fires his arrow, which finds his mark, killing the charging dinosaur. Or it would have, if his arm handed given out. His arrow arches off into the woods and the pain renders his left arm unusable.
Ollie rolls to his feet and scans. Only two dinosaurs. Only. Guess I’m not enough of a meal for three. Ollie feels a little slighted by this.
Come on, old man. You’ve survived worse than this. Hell, even that bastard Travis Morgan can take out two dinosaurs.
The lizards try to flank Ollie, nipping toward him if he moves toward one. He reaches for an arrow.
He turns and looks directly at one of the raptors. Gotta time this just right… He flips backwards, just as the teeth close where he was. His good hand whips out. The arrow flies straight and true and explodes gooily over the raptor’s mouth. Glue arrows, worth their weight in gold. The lizard scrabbles at the glue with it’s arms, but they are too short to reach. It retreats, crashing through the underbrush.
Ollie lands feet first on the head of his attacker, which disorients it not at all. He falls, rolling on his right shoulder.
His attacker moves in for the finish.
Ollie reaches for an arrow.