Oliver's POV

Oliver watched as each of the men suddenly attacked. The woman held back her eyes were on the Demon's Head.

Ra's stepped around the attacks not deflecting or attacking. He instead seemed to be checking their form. His movements were fluid and precise. It was almost like watching a deadly dance.

When the man chose to strike none of them saw it coming. It happened in a mere instant. His left hand grabbed one of the men's wrist. Ra's pressed into the bundle of nerves causing his opponent to lose his grip on sword.

Immediately the assassin leader caught it. Now that he was armed the fighting began in earnest. Steel clashed against steel causing sparks to fly.

For his part Oliver was entranced by the dance. He could not take his eyes off the fighters. Every part of him wanted to jump in and fight. It wasn't in his nature to watch a fight. Instead he would always want to be apart of it.

Zach turned his head slightly showing a mischievous grin. Their thoughts mirrored each other. Both men wanted to fight. Their blood was boiling to see this and not participate.

Once Ra's was armed the fight went downhill from there. One by one each of his opponents fell. Oliver realized just how outmatched he was.

Finally there was only one left. It was the woman who hung back. Her eyes were on Ra's eyeing him warily. The Demon's Head did not give her a chance to find an opening. He lunged at her his sword coming down upon her head.

Steel clashed against steel sending sparks flying across the dirt floor. They were going faster than even his trained eyes could keep up with. The woman was using every single one of her skills to keep up with Ra's. Even that wasn't enough.

While the woman lasted longer than most she still fell by a strike of his sword. It was not fatal however just a wounding strike.

With her down Ra's turned to them his eyes meeting Oliver's. The man asked his eyes never leaving Oliver's, "I know what brings you here, Mr. Queen. Yet it seems you have brought two uninvited guests with you."

Oliver answered throwing out his arm to stop Zach from stepping forward, "To my right is Zach Eden also known as Charlie from Century Team 12. It was his choice to follow me here. I could do nothing to stop him. To my left is Doctor Morris Panov who despite my best efforts to dissuade him from coming is here."

Ra's stepped closer to them. The two Medusans stiffened their bodies ready to fight.

Zach growled protectively, "Oliver has looked after me for years. He was mine and all of our team's protector during the war. It is my turn to stand by my leader. Where he goes I go until he decides otherwise. Even if it is hell that we are headed towards.."

When people thought of Medusa they saw nothing but killers. Nothing but those who broken and filled with hate. Century Team 12 had been slightly different from other teams. They had been like a family. Learning quickly the quirks of their members and how to protect each other. It seemed that even now they would go to hell and back for him.

Ra's stated with his lips twitching slightly in amusement, "A bond of brotherhood formed through war. I know of your skill as well, young Eden. A silent killer second only to the Delta himself. You will do well here."

Then the grey eyes turned to the doctor and they hardened. He inquired darkly, "Now what to do about you? You would not kill. Nor are you capable of fighting with the skill necessary to survive here. Under other circumstances you would be thrown out. Left to the desert's whims. However I believe that would induce these two into attacking. As I would rather not kill my two newest initiates what can you bring to this, Doctor?"

Panov said his back straight unbowed by the threats, "I look simply to heal minds. These two are damaged but not broken by what they have done. I have looked after them since their return from the jungles of Tam Quan and will continue to do so. If there are others in need of someone to talk and help them through their pains I am more than willing to aid them. If you allow Ra's Al Ghul, the Demon's Head."

It seemed Panov wasn't as insane as Oliver originally thought. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into. He was prepared for the consequences of his actions. Oliver himself was ready to step in if needed.

To all of their surprise Ra's simply laughed. It was a rumbling laugh filled with mirth. By the look on the assassin's faces it was a rare sight to see.

The alpha said seriously the mirth gone in an instant, "Then their mental health is your responsibility. Queen you will be in charge of protecting him. Orders will be not to touch Doctor Panov but accidents do happen. Queen you will be assigned to Al Owal for your mentor. Eden you have Al Thi'b. Obey them or you will not like the consequences."

"Yes, sir," both men intoned respectfully.

The Demon's Head was not their liege. They would not treat him as such. Still they would be respectful otherwise they might lose their heads.

The man said after a moment of silence, "Al Sayf stay a moment. Everyone else, leave. Your mentors are waiting in the hall."

Without another word the two Medusans turned and walked out. It was better than they were expecting. Both men knew it could have been a lot worse.

Two men were standing outside in the hall. One had greying black hair and a beard. His eyes were grey as an uproaching thunderstorm. His scent declared him an alpha.

The other was a brown haired man with cold brown eyes. He too was an alpha. While younger than the first Oliver doubted he was any less skilled.

The dark haired alpha growled drawing their attention, "I am Al Owal. I supervise most group trainings and will be your mentor, Mr. Queen. Do as you're told and we will not have a problem."

Oliver nodded and replied, "I can do that."

Al Thi'b turned to Zach and growled, "Same goes for you. I don't take initiates very often. However Al Sayf spoke very highly of both of you. I look forward to seeing what you both can do."