Short start to a short fic. Kinda feel that a kick ass Felicity is needed ATM, what with the fandom seemingly turning her into some damsel in distress after the last episode and some of the speculation for the next episode. This is a two-shot, the second part WILL be up by the end of the weekend.
Disclaimer - The people that own Arrow are the people that own Arrow. I am not one of those people.
'STOP!' Felicity shouted, her arm shaking furiously as she aimed the small black pistol at the approaching man, 'I will shoot you!'
Hearing Oliver moan behind her, she almost turned to him. Her mind screaming at her to stand her ground kept her gaze locked in the man before her.
'GET BACK!' Felicity screamed, her vision blurred slightly from the blood dripping from her head onto her glasses. The figure before them smirked.
'You won't shoot me Smoak,' He deliberately made a show of stepping forward.
The gunshot that rang out caused screams to ring out across the parking lot, the sound echoing. The man blinked and looked down at the smoking hole in the concrete.
'Consider that your last warning,' Felicity barked, surprising herself at how non-freaking out her voice sounded. She raised her arm, pointing the small weapon at the man's chest, her other hand coming up to cradle the one holding the weapon, 'Take one more step and I will put you down.'
He took one more step.