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When you spend a fair amount of your time stopping intergalactic invasions with your friends every other month, it becomes quite hard to hide your disappointment when confronted with another addition to the "wild and wacky" file of villain. Sure, just a moment ago Oliver had been quite fervently freaking himself out, but [i]you[/i] try taking anything around you seriously when an imp in a top-hat appears in front of your eyes claiming responsibility. If they were there purely as playthings for the machinations of what he could only assume was probably some poor sod who'd been kicked around by Barry enough times that he'd decided to pick on easier targets, Ollie couldn't decide whether he should've just kept on walking or chuckled out loud. Well, he had an explanation for everything now. Magic. Why was it always magic? At least it was something new. 

[color=007236][b]“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Ollie One?”[/b][/color]

Ollie didn't have much time to ponder his scenario before one of his fellows addressed him. He silently made a note to himself to ensure that he'd come up with a different way to refer to them rater than using Myxl-Pixel or whatever's numerical order.

"[color=39b54a][b]What, that this guy's name sounds like a pill for erectile dysfunction?[/b][/color]"

The Arrow designated as one scratched the bottom of his goatee with his free hand at the thought, staring into the eyes of his arcane captor. So, the little guy wanted the trio of bowmen to duel each other on the spot for his own amusement? Chase each other around the island for a few days before someone slipped up and got themselves killed? Surely putting them all in the same spot at the very start didn't exactly fit that theory very well. The Battling Bowman took a risk and looked back and forth between his two other selves a couple of times with a slight hum before he rested his eyes back on the forestry in front of him.

"[color=39b54a][b]Well, I don't know about you guys, but-[/b][/color]"

[i][b]Thwick[/b][/i]

Oliver didn't waste any time aiming his bow, nocking an arrow, and firing a perfect shot careening towards Mister Mxyzptlk's beady eyes. When your calling card as a vigilante and the entire reason you were allowed to chat at the Justice League water cooler was your skill with a bow and arrow, you had to be one hell of a good shot, and there was no wasted movement in the sequence. Too bad only fractions of an inch away from its target, the arrow seemed to twist and shift and essentially get swallowed by some invisible force. 

"[color=f7941d][b]Now why would you go and do that? The game's only just begun![/b][/color]" A wicked grin is all that met Ollie's gaze after his test shot. Well, you win some, you lose some.

All the Emerald Archer could do was shrug.

"[color=39b54a][b]Figured I might as well try. What, was Mumbo busy?[/b][/color]"