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So once again, thank you to those of you who awaited chapter 2 for the response and reviews, including you of course, Aragorn II Elessar, pal. Cheers for reminding me to spell Matt's surname correctly with a K at the end, which I'm jolly well gonna do so from now on, haha.
This chapter will, like last time, pick right up from where the previous chapter ended, and that was when Oliver and co saw Sara and Nyssa again, and met Stick and Elektra for the first time. A note in advance: because Sara, thanks of course to Elektra, is alive and well in this, there is no need for Laurel and Oliver to go on a pointless search-for-her-would-be-murderer mission, so 3x02 is getting skipped over completely and we are delving straight into 3x03. A little shame, cos I like Simon Lacroix/Komodo, but, if there's no need for something then that's that. Small note: some lines from 3x04 have been borrowed for this, and for a reason.
So on that note, let's get started. As usual, hope you enjoy and feel free to review and let me know overall what you thought of it
"Woah woah woah, no this can't be right. You four must have this all wrong," Felicity blurted out, she and everyone else on Team Arrow having been stunned into shocked silence, the sort that roots you to the spot, over what Sara, Nyssa, Elektra and Stick had all just finished explaining to them.
Oliver nodded. "Malcolm is dead," he insisted, "I stabbed him through the heart with an arrow on the rooftop of Merlyn Global last year. I watched him die."
"Unfortuantely, Oliver lad, you are very much mistaken in that field," Stick said.
"Merlyn was himself a member of the League two decades ago," Nyssa further explained, "I personally greeted him myself as a girl of eight years old when he first came to Nanda Parbat. It was I who first pronounced his League name, Al Sa-her, in Arabic it means the Magician, when he magically pulled a coin out from behind my ear."
"As Al-Owal, the guy you and I fought against when I first came back, Ollie, told you last year, he personally trained Merlyn in all that he can do to this day," Sara added.
Oliver shook his head. "That's where he mysteriously disappeared to shortly after Tommy's mom's funeral," he realized.
Nyssa nodded, "My father Ra's Al Ghul released Merlyn two years after he came to us with the understanding that he would abide by our code of honour."
"Oh, and I suppose he broke this code of honour when he tried to level the Glades with his earthquake machine, huh?" Roy remarked.
Nyssa turned to him. "That is indeed correct what you say, Mr Harper," she confirmed. She turned back to Oliver, "When you killed him atop the roof of his company, we considered the matter settled. But then we received word from a reliable source that Merlyn had faked his demise. She saw him herself."
"She?" John demanded.
"Your mother, Oliver. Moira Queen," Elektra answered before Nyssa or Sara could do so, addressing the words to Oliver.
Oliver ran a hand down his face and begun to pace. No one said anything, all of them waiting for him to respond as he took in everything that was being said and confirmed. Then he looked towards the four new arrivals. "When was this?" he asked in his steel-cold Arrow's voice.
"After her trial," Nyssa answered.
Oliver sighed and looked down, then back up. "I thought her being found innocent of everything- her collaboration with Merlyn, her own part in the Undertaking, all of it- was fishy somehow," he said.
"But then your mother wasn't exactly known for being completely honest, was she, Ollie?" Laurel said gently but with a slight edge of hardness to her voice.
Oliver nodded, looking between her, John, Felicity and Roy, "That must have been what she was going to tell me and Thea the night Slade killed her, and that Malcolm was alive." A look of pain passed briefly over Oliver's face at the memories of that night.
"And you're absolutely sure with what you say that Merlyn is alive?" John said to Sara, Nyssa, Elektra and Stick.
The two League women nodded. "My father reported to me and Ta-er Al-Sahfer last night the news that our scouts had successfully located Merlyn here in Starling City," Nyssa explained, "Hence why we..." she glanced between the other two people standing with her and Sara, "...and Elektra and the Blind Master obviously for the same reason, are all here."
Sara nodded her agreement and came forward, Team Arrow stepping aside as she did so. She stopped in front of the computer table, and brought out a small silver memory stick from her pocket. "I took these earlier today," she said and inserted the memory stick into the computer that was right in front of her. Her fingers briefly tapped at the keyboard, and a few seconds later over a dozen or so photographs of Merlyn came up on the screen, all of them showing him dressed in a suit on some street somewhere in Starling City, some showing him with his mobile phone to his ear.
"Didn't the cops, you know, find his body or something?" Felicity asked timidly.
"Merlyn had resources all over Starling City," Elektra answered, "The coroner's office was almost certainly one of them."
"And now, ever since not just Nyssy and Sara birdy's brothers and sisters in black, but also me, Ellie and my own people, the Chaste, learned that the clever Magician is still very much alive and kicking..." Stick spoke, Sara and Nyssa again struggling to hold back from lashing out at the old man for his humourful use of their names, "We have all been hunting him all over the globe."
"Hunting down every rumor, following every whisper," Nyssa added.
"And now he's on this island in South America, Corto Moltese, right?" Roy asked.
Elektra nodded, "Me and Stick successfully managed to pinpoint Merlyn's exact, and I mean very precise, whereabouts to there only a few weeks ago," she said, "Since then, I have kept him under close observation. I even managed to get into the luxury manor house he currently resides in there and install several listening devices inside the building." Sara and Nyssa turned to her in surprise. Elektra shrugged. "I have just as much useful resources, thanks in large of course to the old man, as you do," she said simply.
"And not only that, but Thea, who left Starling City without any sort of reasonable explanation and lied to us through texts saying she was travelling the world, has actually been living there with him also?" Felicity spoke again. Nods from Elektra and Stick followed. "They then come here to Starling during which time, an hour earlier to be precise, Thea shows up and attempts to kill you, Sara..." she pointed to Sara with a finger, "..only for you, Elektra..." the finger now went to Elektra, "... to jump down in front of Sara and save her from a three-arrows-to-the-chest death?"
Nods followed. "I wish something else completely otherwise could be explained, Smoaky," Stick said, "But what the four of us say is nothing but the absolute truth."
Tears now formed in Laurel's eyes as she turned to her younger sister. "And if it wasn't for Elektra, you'd be... you'd be..." Laurel tried to say the full sentence, but instead, as the full realization at what could potentially have happened instead overwhelmed her, her hand came up over her mouth and she started to sob. Sara's arms were around in an instant, herself crying as she and Laurel hugged each other. Oliver, John, Roy and Felicity kept respectfully silent, they too having worked out the same thing.
Eventually the two Lance sisters came apart and Laurel now turned to Elektra, her arms held up. "May I, Elektra?" Laurel asked gently.
After a few moments' thought, Elektra nodded and came forward, allowing Laurel to wrap her arms tightly around her, Elektra graciously returning the favour. "Thank you thank you thank you," Laurel said, she and Elektra holding onto each other for a few more seconds before they too came apart.
"I'm just glad I was able to do what I did in good time, Laurel," Elektra said softly. Laurel nodded, not needing anymore to be said.
"And you're absolutely a hundred percent sure that Thea is pregnant?" Roy asked, bringing them back to the main subject at hand, shocked to way more than just beyond the possibility that the young woman he had fallen and been in love with for over a year, and who he had planned on leaving Starling City altogether with right after dealing with Slade Wilson and his Mirakuru enhanced army before that in itself had gone down the drain, could now be the bearer of a child. John, Felicity, Laurel, Oliver, even Nyssa and Sara, were equally the same.
"Without a shadow of even the tiniest margin of error doubt, Roy," Elektra said. Oliver could tell from the sound of her voice, as well as looking very closely into her eyes, that Elektra was telling the truth. She now looked to Oliver himself. "I've seen all of it for myself over the last few weeks in Corto Moltese, Oliver," she told him, "Starting from the very first minute I first laid eyes on her and Merlyn there. She looked to be five months gone."
"And it's mine she carries?" Roy went on with something very much like desperation, also plain to see on his face.
Elektra looked him right in the eyes. "Unless some other punk did it for her, then yes, I think that you could very well be an expectant father, Roy," she said very sincerely and gently.
Five heads, belonging to Team Arrow, all shook profusely, looks of total disbelief shown very clearly on them as they processed every single second of this. Sara, Nyssa and Elektra, even Stick, kept respectfully silent, awaiting for one of them to speak something again. Eventually, Oliver did so, turning to and addressing Stick.
"If you don't mind me asking the question, what exactly do you and Elektra and these Chaste people you work for seek with Malcolm, Stick?" he asked the old man.
"Let's just say for now, Oliver lad, that me and the Chaste seek a few pleasureable words of our own with dear Malcolm," Stick explained. He nodded sideways with his head in Elektra's direction, "Ellie was just helping with tracking him." That earned a glower from Elektra.
"As if the bastard would even bother to hang around for a chat anyway," Laurel remarked snarkily.
"What the old man means to say, Laurel..." Elektra spoke up again, addressing the older Lance sister, "...is that when Merlyn initiated the Undertaking, he caused just as much a great deal of upset to the Chaste as the League of Assassins, and also when he took Thea away from Starling City, from all of you..." she looked between all the members of Team Arrow, "...with him. Hence why, as we've all explained, me, the old man, the Chaste, and Sara and Nyssa and the League have all been searching for and tracking Merlyn for the same amount of time as each other." She shrugged, "That good enough for you?"
Laurel considered, then nodded. "I guess so," she said.
"Then I guess that settles it," Oliver said. At hearing the unmistakable tone in his words, everyone turned to him, all of them, barring of course Stick, seeing the determination on his face, "We're going to Corto Moltese."
Everyone's reactions were different. Sara, Nyssa, Elektra and Stick responded with nods of approval and sly grins. Roy, Laurel, Felicity and John looked between themselves with mixtures of surprise and doubt on their faces. Eventually, Roy broke the silence. "Oliver," he said, stepping forward, "Thea's letter said not to come and find her."
"That letter was addressed to you, not to me," Oliver told the younger man. He hadn't raised his voice, but the hardness was clear in his words. "If it wasn't for Elektra, Laurel would've lost Sara tonight," Oliver went on, "And from what she, Sara, Nyssa and Stick had all told us, Malcolm put her under the influence of that drug to make her do so." He looked to Nyssa, "Vitura, you said, right?"
Nyssa nodded, "Yes."
Sara now came up to Oliver, laying her hand on his arm. "Let's go get your sister back," she told him.
Roy walked over to the glass cabinet and mannequin that displayed his Arsenal suit and weapons and picked up his bow. "What're you doing, laddie?" Stick asked.
Roy turned back round. "Thea's gone because of me, Stick," he said, bow in hand, "Because of the lies that I told her." He now looked between Oliver and the rest of Team Arrow, "So I owe this to all of you to make things right, which means I'm coming with you."
Before Oliver could say anything in way of an argument, Sara and Nyssa moved to stand with him. "We are too, Ollie," Sara agreed.
"After months of searching, tracking and failing to capture Merlyn, and as my father has instructed me and my beloved to use whatever means possible to capture and bring him back to Nanda Parbat to face justice for his crimes..." Nyssa added, "We are not going to let him slip out from between our fingers yet again this time."
"Nyssa speaks the same for me," Elektra nodded, coming to stand with them also. She glanced over at Stick, "Doesn't she, old man?"
Stick stayed where he was, but nodded his own agreement before looking in Oliver's direction. Even in the state they were in, and had been from the very day he was born nine decades ago, Stick's misted pale blue eyes seemed to fix on Oliver's perfectly seeable ones all the same. "I'm not gonna change their minds, Oliver lad," Stick said, then slowly turned his head Terminator style to fix his unseeing gaze on John, Felicity and Laurel as well. "And that goes for you lot as well," he said to them, "Cos they're absolutely right. All of 'em."
Oliver looked first at Stick, and then Roy, Sara, Nyssa and lastly Elektra. The five of them, as well as John, Felicity and Laurel, all looked to him, the three fighter women, Roy and Stick with firmly set expressions on their faces. Eventually, he nodded. "Start packing," he answered simply. At once, the three women and Roy visibly relaxed.
"Think that only applies to Roy really, Ollie," Sara remarked mischievously, "Me and Nyss already are. And I bet Elektra and Stick are as well."
"You got that right, Sara," Elektra agreed, eyes twinkling with the same mischief.
Oliver chuckled too, then turned to his fellow team mates, "John?"
John shook his head. "I'll let you know later," he said, "I need to get back to my family." Oliver nodded his approval and John left, ascending up the steps.
"Let's get back to the safehouse," Nyssa told Sara. Sara nodded and with a quick hug and a "See you later" to Oliver, she and Nyssa also departed.
Laurel nodded when Oliver looked to her next and came forward to hug him also. "Go get her," she said, "Bring her back safe."
Oliver nodded as they released each other. "I will," he smiled reassuringly. He looked to Roy, Nyssa, Sara, Elektra and Stick, "We all will." Nods followed. "Felicity?" Oliver asked his last member.
She nodded. "Stay outta mischief and don't piss off anyone. I got it," she said. Oliver nodded, and then went over to his own cabinet containing his Arrow suit and began to gather up his own weapons.
"Oh, I probably shouldn't take that one," Felicity said, nodding to his Oneida Kestrel Compound bow. He turned back to her and she shrugged, "Just, you know, thought a bit more simpler sort would be a little easier, is all."
Oliver considered, then nodded, deciding she had a point. Luckily, he knew just the solution.
John paused in the doorway of the hospital ward. "Hey," he said softly with a massive smile at seeing his girl resting peacefully in the bed. Hearing him, Lyla turned in his direction.
"Hey," she replied, her own huge smile lighting up her whole face. John entered and came over, leaning down to kiss her on the lips, obligingly returned by Lyla.
"Sssshhh. She's in dreamland," Lyla said quietly, she and John both looking towards their brand new addition who was resting peacefully in the glass cradle by the bed. Tears came into the couple's eyes as they did so.
"I'm gonna enjoy spending some quality time with her once you're both released from here," John said as once again they exchanged smiles and a kiss, "Hell, I'm even looking forward to changing a few diapers."
Lyla chuckled softly, "And I'm looking forward to believing that when I see it." John himself chuckled at that. "So, how did it go?" Lyla then asked, referring to when Oliver called John away for a little celebratory meeting down in the bunker. John brought her up to date, not leaving anything out, right up to Oliver's decision.
"I think you should go with them," Lyla said after he finished.
John was surprised. "Oliver's got Roy, Sara, Nyssa, Elektra and Stick to watch his back," he said, "I'm pretty sure they can all take on Merlyn together and win considering that Nyssa and Sara are part of the League of Assassins, even though Stick beat the two of them all by himself despite being blind. And from what Elektra also said, she got her training from him too."
"You and Team Arrow may have Starling City purring like a kitten for the first time in a long time," Lyla said, "And yes, Oliver will have his friends, including this Stick and Elektra Natchios, but the rest of the world is still a very dangerous place. Including Corto Moltese."
"Lyla, I don't like where this is headed," John said, starting to feel a little uneasy.
"We, that is ARGUS, have a field operative down there who's gone dark," Lyla explained.
"Alright, so speak to Waller. Tell her to send another agent, or at the very least a task force," John suggested.
"He's not in any kind of trouble," Lyla pointed out with a shake of her head. "He hasn't touched his panic button," she went on, making a gesture with her hands as she said the words, "More than likely he's probably just drunk in some belleza's villa anyway. Mark Shaw, that's his name by the name, has been known to miss a few days from time to time."
Lyla leaned forward and put her hand on John's arm, squeezing it. "Look, just do me this small favour, Johnny," she said gently and persuasively, "And see if he's OK. Just tell him to check in."
John layed his own hand on hers. "Lyla..." he began.
"If he doesn't do it soon, I'm gonna have to call in the cavalry, and I don't want to get him into trouble with Waller," Lyla continued, "You know what she's like and all. Mark's an old friend. And besides..." she smiled cheekily, "As I said, I think Oliver would be glad that you'll be tagging along with him and the others."
John considered, then sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll go," he said. He looked in his baby girl's direction once more. "She better not do anything interesting while I'm gone," he remarked jokingly.
Lyla giggled. "It's only the first night," she said, "By the way, have you still not thought of a good name for her yet?"
A fresh smile originated on John's face. "I may have done, babe," he said, and he leaned down to kiss Lyla again, "But I think I'll leave it till after we get back with Thea. Call it a first family special surprise."
Lyla nodded, accepting his decision. "Good luck, Johnny," she said. John nodded and left the room, Lyla staring after him, still beaming.
As John walked back down the hospial corridor, he brought his phone out of his pocket and called Oliver's number. It rang twice before it was answered. "Hey. Made up your mind yet?" Oliver asked from the other end.
John nodded, "I'm in. Let's go." He pictured Oliver smiling at his words as he rang off.
Corto Moltese, next day
The group members disembarked from the two taxis which had been waiting for them at the airport, Elektra and Sara helping Stick out the door as part of their pretense act before the old man straightened up and shrugged off their hands from his arms.
"So what's the play with Thea?" Roy asked as the driver of the car he, Oliver and John were in opened the boot to collect their bags. Nyssa did so with hers, Sara's, Elektra's and Stick's, shaking her head at the cab driver and giving him a daring look as she did. All of them, barring Stick who much to their amusement grudgingly refused to shed his khaki jacket and trousers and cap, and Elektra who chose not to do the same with her black jeans and vest jacket and red shirt, had changed into civilian clothing suited for the tropical environment of where they now were. Even so, they were all sweating, Roy with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Elektra, with her arms bare, having no such problem in that field, even though her dark clothes absorbed the sticky heat and clung to her body.
"Thea currently serves the local customers as a waitress at a local cafe not too far from here," Elektra answered as Nyssa rejoined them, handing Sara and Stick their own travel bags while slinging her own over her shoulder, "I've acquired a pretty good idea of her daily sort of routine during the weeks I've kept her and Merlyn under observation. Hopefully you won't have too much difficulty in recognizing her face once you lay eyes on her."
"That'll be something for you and Diggy boy and the kid to do yourselves, Oliver lad," Stick said, "While me and Ellie and the Canary and Demon's heiress go for a nice little chat with our old pal Malcolm."
"Shouldn't be too hard to bet that he won't be wanting a chat with you four considering the reasons you're each after him," Dig remarked.
"Are you absolutely sure you won't need me to come along with you?" Oliver asked as he took his own bag, in which held a good number of his green feathered arrows and Shado's longbow, his alternative to his Oneida Kestrel Compound and which was still in full working condition even though he hadn't used it ever since his supposed to have been final battle with Merlyn the night of the Undertaking.
Sara nodded. "We're absolutely sure, Ollie," she said, "Besides, there's the matter of what Lyla wants you to do too."
"You three can easily handle that little task," Stick pointed out also, "While we do so with Malcolm."
Oliver looked to John and Roy, who both considered Stick and Sara's words, then nodded their agreement on the matter. He looked back to the other four. "Go get him," he told them. When he next spoke, his voice was touched with hatred, "Try and capture him alive if possible, so that I can look into his eyes as I skewer an arrow through his brain for everything that he's done."
Nyssa smirked. "That would be our pleasure, Oliver," she said smugly, Sara and Elektra responding the same, Stick remaining as impassive as ever.
Oliver nodded then gestured to his two fellow Team Arrow members before heading off, Roy, his bag containing his red recurve bow and some red feathered arrows, following him. "Good luck," John said to the quartet before hurrying after the other two men.
Once the three had left, Stick, Nyssa and Sara all looked to Elektra. "Well, Ellie, you know where the magician lives," Stick said coolly.
"Care to show us where his luxury house is?" Sara asked.
Elektra, her sly grin appearing, gave a sideways head nod to the way ahead. "Follow me," she answered simply and set off a brisk march down the street, Stick, Sara and Nyssa following right behind her.
"And you're absolutely sure that this is where Merlyn is currently living, Elektra?" Nyssa asked as they stopped at where the curved drive leading up to the splendid white painted villa before them began.
"Oh you can be absolutely assured that it is, Nyssa," Elektra said, an icy quality to her voice now as she looked towards the mansion, "As I also gladly mentioned last night, I've even been successful in accomplishing the impossible, meaning I managed to infiltrate the place when the two of them were not in residence and plant several bugs here and there within. Hence why we're all here now."
Nyssa nodded, "Very well." With that, she and Sara unslung their bags from around their shoulders and dropped them to the ground, before unzipping them and unloading and spreading out on the ground in front of them a variety of weapons- Nyssa's PSE AD Compound bow and quiver full of maroon feathered arrows, her sword, Sara's expandable batons fixed in their bo-staff form, her Sonic device, and several daggers and knives all with lethally sharp blades.
Together, the two women kitted themselves out in all of them, and after Nyssa tightened the straps on her quiver, she approached Elektra, stopping before her. "As a reward, Elektra, for doing what you did last night and saving my beloved from being taken from me and her Team Arrow friends," she said to the other woman, "I present you with these." She reached out with both hands and looking down, Elektra saw that Nyssa was holding two sais. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening a little, and she looked back to Nyssa.
"Nyssa..." she began.
"We're about to face the great Al-Saher, and no one can face him weaponless without surviving long enough to live to tell the tale afterwards," Nyssa said, "And as I said..." she gave Nyssa a small smile, "It's your reward for saving Sara." She stretched her hands out towards Elektra a bit more, "Take them."
Elektra regarded the sais for a few seconds more, and then took them. When she glanced over at Sara, the Canary smiled and nodded, boosting Elektra's confidence.
"Are you three birdies now done with pleasantries and exchanges?" Stick asked, speaking for the first time in minutes, "Cos let's not forget the reason for why we and the three boys are here."
The three women looked to him, and this time thankfully it wasn't just Elektra who had an annoyed expression on her face. "I don't think we have so, Stick," Sara shot back snarkily.
Elektra nodded, then made a gesture with her head. "Let's go," she said, and together, Elektra once again leading the way, the four of them advanced up the drive to the villa. As soon as they reached the building, Elektra stopped once again, the other three doing so too, and glanced up towards the open terrace on their left. She looked back to them.
"You three take the front door," she told them, "I'll come up from behind the bastard the same way I got in before." She gestured to the terrace with her left sai, "That way."
The three looked in the same direction, Sara and Nyssa secretly agreeing that it would be a good place for someone to sneek in without using the main entrance, which consisted of a triangular archway through which a brickway stepway and two splendid oak wood doors were accessible. "You sure about that, Ellie?" Stick asked coolly.
Elektra turned to him. "Would you stop questioning my confidence and trust me stuff at least once, old man?" she spat at Stick harshly. Without waiting for a reply, she stuck her sais in the back pockets of her jeans and moved away from them.
Stick looked to Sara and Nyssa, at the same time removing his glasses and placing them once again in his jacket pocket. "With me, ladies," he said and drew his sharp as ever Katana from his belt sheath. Nyssa drew an arrow from her quiver and notched it into her bowstring, raising her bow. Sara expanded her batons, holding them in both hands. Together, they made their way to the doors which lead into the villa.
"Saludas," a voice said from behind them in Spanish. The three turned as one to see youngish man in a shirt and white trousers and a hat who had appeared from nowhere slowly approaching them. "Como puedo ayudarte?" he asked.
Nyssa fired her arrow into the man's chest. The man gasped, eyes widening as in surprise before he fell onto his back, arms and legs spread out. "No thank you, kind sir," Nyssa remarked, Sara and Stick chuckling at her humoured reply. Nyssa drew a fresh arrow and fed it into her bowstring, she, Sara and Stick turning back to the villa doors once again.
Stick raised his sword. "Ready?" he asked. He sensed the nods that followed from Sara and Nyssa and that was all he needed. He lifted his right foot and kicked out, his boot slamming into the doors where they met when closed. The force of Stick's kick was enough to make the doors open, the cool air of the building's interior rushing out to engulf them.
Almost as soon as they had done so however, Stick's left hand released its hold on the grip of his Katana and shot up, catching the arrow which had just been fired directly at him inches before it could power into his eye.
"Mello greetings, Magician," Stick said smugly. He wraggled the arrow in his hands, "And once again, too slow off the mark." He let his hand drop down and open, the arrow clattering to the floor as Malcolm Merlyn aka Al-Saher, the Magician, glared hatefully at him and Sara and Nyssa, his bow, which no doubt had just been used in firing the arrow intented to kill Stick, raised in his left hand, the hatred on the faces of the two League women much more bigger and powerful than on his.
And there we are. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and feel free to review as usual.
Yes, I know it's again another cliffhangar I've ended at, but this time, as you can hopefully tell, I did so for a very appropriate reason. On that note, I will add by saying that Oliver, Dig and Roy's mission on tracking down that rogue ARGUS agent will still happen as it did in the episode, but it will only be mentioned once or twice because what's gonna be going down next chapter in the villa will be the sole focus, and trust me, hopefully that is I should more appropriately say for now, it's one you'll not wanna miss for the world.
As you now know, Elektra has got her sais early and from Nyssa, instead of towards the end of Daredevil season 2 by acquiring them off the Frenchman assassin sent by Stick to kill her. Felt it was appropriate to do so considering who she, Nyssa, Sara and Stick are about to face off against, and Elektra's not quite at Nyssa, Sara, Stick and Malcolm's fighting qualities yet.
On a small note, I'll just say that after I post a new chapter, I take a two or three day break from writing as I like to give myself a rest from it, and it also allows me of course to recharge my batteries up to full once again, and also to refresh up on important things necessary for how the next chapter will go down, Youtube clips of fighting scenes from the characters in the story being one of them. Hope that's OK with you guys.
Anyway, until next time, adios amigos from Flashraven
