Felicity was woken in the middle of the night by her wards breaking. She felt the ones around the outside of the Foundry give first, shattering as a much more powerful magical force slammed into them. She knew it would be mere moments before the ones protecting the building itself gave way as well. And she'd been so sure they could withstand any force that was thrown at them.
She felt the protective spells within the building break and sat up in bed, readying herself to go for the dagger sitting on top of her neatly folded clothes on the other side of the room, the one that Oliver had pressed into her hand shortly after Bartholomew had visited the Foundry with a desperate look and a whispered, "Just in case." Before she could, her door flew open and two mages- she could feel the magic radiating off of them the instant she saw them- swept in. One of them had dark hair and eyes seemingly shadowed with secrets, and the other had hair so light blond as to be nearly white, and eyes that were blue and cold like chips of ice. The light-haired mage whispered, "Ssssh" as Felicity's door was about to slam into the wall, making a loud banging sound that would surely have alerted everyone in the Foundry that it had been breached, and it impacted it without so much as a whisper. The two mages must have done something similar when they'd entered the building, so as prevent its residents from realizing they were there.
At a wordless signal from his companion, the dark-haired mage moved in front of Felicity's doorway, blocking her escape. She locked eyes with him and knew that he was the one who had attacked Oliver. Her gut twisted.
Oliver, she thought, desperate and panicked. She did not fear for her own safety- if these mages took her, which seemed to be their intent, she knew that Oliver would come for her- but she did fear for Oliver's. She knew that these mages would kill him if given half the chance. She was terrified that her nightmare and she would have to watch him die.
"Merlyn," the light-haired mage said before Felicity could offer herself up to them, to promise that she'd go with them willingly so long as they promised not to hurt Oliver. "Bind her." He jerked his head in Felicity's direction. The dark-haired mage, Merlyn, hovered in the doorway for a moment, seeming to question the wisdom of leaving Felicity with an opening to escape, then moved to do as his companion had told him. Before Felicity could even think of attempting to get away from him, he spoke words of tying, of knotting, of trapping, the power in them thrumming in the air, and she was bound hand and foot with invisible ropes, unable to move.
"Now what, Darhk?" Merlyn demanded, turning back toward his companion. "We can't very well just take her back out the way we came in. We're pushing our luck as it is. Queen could discover us at any moment."
"Oh, I doubt that," Darhk replied, shaking his head. "We made no noise that would have alerted him to our presence, and there's no way Miss Smoak could have given him any sort of warning." He turned his icy gaze on Felicity, as if seeking confirmation. She nodded.
"So we are going out the way we came in then?" Merlyn asked.
"Oliver doesn't sleep very well," Felicity spoke up, hating that she was helping them but wishing to avoid a confrontation that might end badly, particularly for Oliver. "And he has a tendency to wander the Foundry at night. He would almost certainly catch you if you were to go out that way." Darhk frowned, thinking. As the silence stretched out, Felicity dared to hope that perhaps Merlyn and Darhk would decide she wasn't worth the trouble they'd have removing her from the Foundry, and they'd give up and leave. It was a desperate hope, but desperate hopes were the only ones she had.
"We'll take her out the window," Darhk said at last, jerking his head in that direction. Felicity's heart sank. Darhk stepped around Merlyn and hoisted her over his shoulder as easily as a baker might hoist a sack of flour. It seemed that physically he was much stronger than he appeared to be, though Felicity harbored no illusions about his magical strength, especially not after he floated them both out the window and down to the ground with little apparent effort.
Darhk waited for Merlyn to join him on the ground before he set off at a rapid pace, his quick strides causing Felicity to bounce against his shoulder as he went. She shifted uncomfortably, and his grip on her tightened, as if in warning. Merlyn, trailing behind them, never once took his eyes off of Felicity. She glared at him as fiercely as she could manage under the current circumstances. The very sight of him made her blood boil. She didn't normally consider herself to be a vengeful person, but she wanted to hurt him for what he had done to Oliver. She wanted to make him suffer the way he had made Oliver suffer.
As quickly as they had traveled, it wasn't long before they reached a clearing in which there were two pavilions and the ashes of a campfire long since burnt out. This was clearly where Merlyn and Darhk had been living and operating from. As hidden away as it was, Felicity wasn't surprised that Oliver and the others hadn't come across it on their patrols.
Darhk strode to the center of the clearing and dropped Felicity unceremoniously on the ground. Without the use of her hands or feet to break her fall, she landed hard on her side, slamming into a rock that lay hidden in the grass. Both Merlyn and Darhk ignored her cry of pain, and Merlyn made no move to remove her bounds. It seemed there wasn't much he did without the direction from or at the very least the agreement of Darhk.
Felicity managed with significant difficulty to right herself, and with her hands safely hidden behind her back, began tugging at the magical bonds around her wrists, trying to find any weaknesses in them, any way they could be broken. Beyond that, all she could do was wait for someone to find her, and hope that Merlyn and Darhk didn't kill her before they did.