Chapter Fifteen:
Oliver stepped out to survey the League from afar. Lady Shiva wrapped up a training session and the members of the League had been tested in some of the ways which Oliver had been tested. Oliver thought that seemed like a long time ago, all of the ways which Lady Shiva had tested him.
Talia moved up the steps to watch Oliver watch Shiva.
"Seeing her in action is more refreshing than being out there with here, isn't it?" Talia asked.
"Mmm," Oliver said. "Some of the new recruits have promise."
Among them was Aresia, who Shiva had taken a special interest in. Of course, as Oliver learned in the past, Lady Shiva taking a special interest in someone meant she was not going to take it easy on them, not by a long shot. The deep breathing came from Aresia indicated she did not want anyone to take it easy on them.
"And you need to watch your form because a true enemy will not hold back as I have."
Aresia laid on the ground and Oliver's face curled into a half smile. Some things never changed, no matter how often Oliver expected them to.
The trainees departed and Lady Shiva came up the steps to join Oliver and Talia in their conversation.
"Laurel and Sara are both almost ready for the same procedure you went through," Lady Shiva said. "Laurel more so...but Sara is getting closer."
Oliver responded with a nod. Talia and Shiva walked beside Oliver to continue the conversation.
"I've been looking into the situation regarding Markovia," Talia said. "And I've located someone who may have insight on your father. And we believe she's currently doing business with the Markovian government. Her name is Isabel Rochev."
Oliver raised an eyebrow and Talia caught sight of his reaction, with interest.
"Does the name ring a bell, beloved?" Talia asked.
"Mmm, it does," Oliver responded. "At least I've heard it before. I believe she worked for my father years ago.
"Well, if my intelligence is correct, she did more than work with your father," Talia said.
Oliver caught Talia's meaning and honestly was not surprised. She pulled out a folder and handed it to Oliver. Oliver thumbed through the information which also included several pictures of Isabel. Including one with his father on a beach resort somewhere, must have been years ago. And it was oddly the only one which she had a smile on her on her face. Oliver just sighed.
"You're not surprised," Shiva said.
"No," Oliver said. "Although, I do wonder how she'll react seeing the son of the man who she was once the mistress for is not only alive, but coming to see her."
"Well, you are approaching her as Ra's al Ghul and not as Oliver Queen," Talia said.
"And she's the type of woman who respects power above all else," Oliver murmured when flicking through the papers. "Quite interesting."
Oliver had to consider this one. Markovia had been in his line of sight, for a couple of reasons. Malcolm's connection and now a woman who knew his father. And it did not escape Oliver's attention just how attractive he was and how claiming her to be a part of his collective was rather appealing. But, it was only secondary to the objective of gaining information.
Oliver adjusted the new armor, with enhanced and light weight material. Even the hardest weapons, including bullets, would have trouble penetrating it. Oliver took out his bow, made of lightweight material, and then quickly drew his arrows. He sent them fast at the targets, nailing them full on one at a time.
Hippolyta stood at the edge, keeping a watch on her opponent. She looked rather impressed by Oliver's performance and Oliver thought impressing the Queen of the Amazons was a good thing, a very good thing.
"The armor is solid, the bow works better, and the arrows hit their target."
To demonstration, Oliver sunk an arrow into the practice dummy in a blink of an eye and caused sand to fall to the ground. Hippolyta climbed down and looked down at the results.
"Are you enjoying your stay on Nanda Parbat?" Oliver asked her.
"Well, I admit when I heard you were with the League, I was a little bit anxious," Hippolyta said. "And I don't mean any offence, but the League does have a reputation."
"I understand," Oliver told her. "The man who came before me, he started with the best of intentions. But he took the League off of it's intended path. My eyes have been opened to the evils of the world and how they must have to be taken out, immediately."
Hippolyta inclined her head, and understood.
"This is a new League and a brand new world," Oliver said. "And the Amazons should be a part of it."
He took off the helmet and put his hands on Hippolyta's face. Leaning in, Oliver kissed Hippolyta firmly on the lips, and Hippolyta just smiled. She appreciated these moments.
"How did you get on with Shiva?" Oliver asked.
"I haven't had that much of a challenge in years," Hippolyta said. "She's...different than anything I've fought. When you are a teacher and you fight the same fighting styles for year after year, it is very difficult in some ways to gain a fresh perspective."
Oliver understood. Hippolyta and Aresia, and Diana earlier, they had benefited from some new training. In time, some of the best Amazons would be a part of Oliver's new vision for the League.
"And I believe Shiva awaits in the next room," Hippolyta said. "She wishes to make sure you haven't let up on your skills, I believe."
"And I would think less of her if she didn't," Oliver said.
Hippolyta just smiled. She had not had a chance to fight Oliver head to head yet and hoped the opportunity would present itself. Shiva was not a woman to be kept waiting, by any means. So she let Oliver depart.
Oliver rolled his shoulders back and prepared for the battle against Lady Shiva. She eyed him, smiling, and licking her lips ever so slightly. Yes, Oliver wondered just how many of these training sessions ended up as a bit of foreplay for them. Oliver recalled how he was, fresh off of Lian Yu, and how Shiva humiliated him time and time again.
Those humiliations built character and Shiva was getting him ready, building his abilities.
"Great one, you must remain sharp," Shiva said. "And you did ask me to keep you how you are."
"Because, there are few that I trust who would keep me on the path I need to be," Oliver said. "Begin."
The two warriors circled each other. Evenly matched, Shiva and Oliver went hand to hand with each other. Shiva's first sweeping attack, a move which would have put Oliver flat on his back when they first started training had been blocked. Oliver caught Shiva's arm and chickenwinged it back. Shiva rolled out of the attack and came up. Her sword had been blocked and Oliver faked drawing the bow, only to come back around.
He drew the bow for real this time and forced Shiva to retreat from an arrow shot. A second arrow, planted against the wall, exploded and released a tear gas. Shiva forced to drop down to avoid the attack. Oliver had some more deadly arrows in that quiver, and knew each of them by feel.
Oliver jumped onto the ground and landed on Lady Shiva. Shiva grabbed Oliver's arm and tried to roll him into a Kimura Lock. Oliver broke out of the maneuver and jumped up onto his feet. He picked up Shiva onto his shoulders and hurled her to the ground. Shiva gracefully landed on her feet, withdrew a dagger and slashed at Oliver. Oliver caught her arm and bent her back, with Shiva sliding out of her jacket and releasing explosive daggers from it.
Oliver came back, having dropped the jacket moments from the explosion. He nailed Shiva in the ribs with a glancing blow and another in the side of the neck. Oliver snapped Shiva down to the ground.
Shiva grabbed Oliver's ankle, but Oliver wrapped around her arm and took her down. He extended the arm out and Shiva, struggled out, and flipped to her feet. Oliver slammed Shiva down by the legs and pinned her hands behind her head. He turned his head to the side so Shiva could not headbutt her way out, while wrapping up her legs. Shiva struggled and breathed heavily.
"You've...you've…."
"Yes?" Oliver asked.
Shiva never yielded. Oliver slipped a hand to the side of her neck and Shiva's body went completely limp. Oliver backed up.
Moments later, a groggy Lady Shiva came up. She wiped the blood up off of her lip, and pinched her nose. Smiling through her bloody mouth, Shiva popped her neck and shoulders back.
"One more time," Shiva offered him.
Oliver smiled and charged her once again. The two warriors went hand to hand with each other. The battle intensified with the second round of their sparring session. Shiva almost popped Oliver's fingers out of his socket. Oliver turned the attack around and popped Shiva's arms backs. Not breaking him, Oliver introduced numbness into her body which forced Shiva to use her legs.
She was still able to catch an arrow with her feet, a very impressive attack. Oliver moved in for the attack to disable Shiva one more time, pinning her down.
One more time, Shiva had been let up and one more time, she and Oliver moved in for the fight. Oliver grabbed Shiva by the arm and twisted it around, sending her all the way down to the ground. Being driven breathless from the attack, Lady Shiva bounced back up.
They fought for some time, until the two retired to Oliver's quarters, so Lady Shiva could give her honest assessment of more personal skills of Oliver.
Laurel sat in the midst of the room. She had been mentally and physically prepared. Oliver watched her from the side, ready. Laurel stretched out, wearing nothing other than a sports bra and a pair of extremely tight yoga pants which fit her body nicely.
The Mirikuru had been brought out. Shiva told Laurel that it would react to her differently, because through their assessments, they discovered Laurel had what scientists called a meta-gene.
"Are you ready?" the League member who brought the serum out.
"I am," Laurel said. "Proceed."
The League member injected Laurel and she could feel a burning sensation in her body.
"Relax," Oliver told her with a hand on Laurel's shoulder. "Let the serum takehold. The change is already going through your body. Everyone stand clear!"
Laurel screamed and a sonic cry came out. She shattered a stone wall right next to her. She breathed heavily surprised.
"So, that's my power," Laurel managed, with a light rub her of throat. "I'm able to utilize a...sonic cry….I guess...for lack of a better term."
Oliver stroked Laurel's hair and she rose up. It took her a few minutes to regain her bearings and a look of obvious hunger spread through her eyes.
"You learn to control that, and you will have the power to take down entire buildings if you want to," Oliver said. "Or stop a tank in its tracks."
"Mmm, could be useful," Laurel said. "But, maybe we should see if I can keep my cry at bay when having certain reactions. After all, it would be a mood killer if I brought down the entire roof when we were in bed."
"Of course," Oliver said. "I'll help you control it."
Oliver grabbed Laurel by the hand and lead her up to the nearest bed chambers. Laurel let out a sharp breath and Oliver wrapped his arms around her. The two met, a hungry kiss. Laurel remembered how aggressive Oliver was after he received his dose of Mirikuru.
Laurel pitied the poor bed. She really did. It would surely be tested. Laurel had Oliver out of his pants.
"Neither of us needs to hold back," Oliver said.
Laurel, placing her hand on Oliver's crotch just smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. Yes, she could not wait for Oliver to test her self control. Repeatedly and endlessly, until both of them were sweaty.
The Shameless Smut Commences In the Next Chapter.