We're close to the end now... Only about 5 of 6...
Arthur got down and placed his hand on the side of the door and Alfred did the same with the other. They pushed the heavy doors at the same time and they were welcomed to a room of hell. Arthur scanned the room and saw a lifeless Oliver slumped on the floor and he ran over to him.
Alfred looked around for signs of anyone else, when he was welcomed to a pain shoot down his right side of his arm. He turned, prepared for a fight this time.
Allen pushed the American out the way and he sprinted for his bat but the American was just as fast and managed to get their first. Worriedly Allen panicked; he had learnt to fight with a bat and not his fists.
Alfred tried a few test swings with the bat realising it was like a baseball bat. He ran up to Allen and tried to hit him, but Allen managed to dodge out the way. Frustrated Alfred tried again. "I'd be careful…" Allen said stopping Alfred in his tracks, he glared at the man waiting for him to explain. "Much like Arthur, Oliver was a blood thirty beast when he was younger. There's nothing stopping him from becoming that again..."
During this Arthur was busy trying to wake Oliver up to see if he was alright. He slowly opened his eyes to bright light and sat up hissing in pain. Arthur helped the man up and started to drag him towards the door to realise what was happening behind him…
Alfred looked over to see Allen heading to attack Arthur. So without thinking Alfred ran like lightening to Allen while raising the bat. He then smashed the bat against Allen's head as hard as he could before he harmed anyone else.
Oliver screamed Allen's name as he fell towards to floor. Oliver pushed Arthur out the way and ran towards body on the floor