Slade smirks, "well then Queen, there might be a fighter inside you after all." Slade walks over to a crate and finds some military parachute straps for a makeshift sling. Going back to Oliver he gives it to the kid for him to use and as Oliver does that Slade goes back to his water flask.

Slade goes to a chair opposite Oliver who is sitting on a table, "This doesn't change anything." He pauses drinking from his flask. "It takes two people to take the airfield," Slade gestures with his fingers before leaning forwards, "and if you compromise my escape. I will kill you. And this time I'll make it hurt"

Oliver understands perfectly, "you need me as much as I need you." Slade scoffs at the blunt yet humiliating truth, not liking the idea of needing someone's help. Slade hand goes to his chin stroking his stubble, "we turn you into something that won't get us both killed," Slade said bluntly. "We have ten days until the plane arrives," Slade informs before gesturing to his weapon crate, "so choose a weapon."

Oliver looks back in disbelief, "we're starting now?" Slade leans forwards and shifts upright staring at him deadly, reminding Oliver that this is his last chance. Oliver frowns scared before trying to hide his pain as he gets off this perch and goes to Slade's weapon crate.

Oliver looks through the weapons searching through them with his good arm, seeing pistols, assault rifles, swords and…a mask. Oliver picks it up and stares at it in horror, it's the same as Fyers' associate wears.

"That's mine," Slade declares with a proud smirk now out of his chair.

Oliver takes a few angry steps from Slade, "you're the psycho that tortured me!"

Slade leans in and Oliver steps back, fear covering his face and horror clear in his eyes. "No. That was another guy."

"Bullshit," Oliver growls.

Slade gestures down with his head, "I use this mask as an operation equivalent to a balaclava." Slade studies Oliver's terrorfied face, "my partner and I wore these masks to hide our identities during our missions."

"You're lying," Oliver said, his eyes red. "Fyers told me the man wearing this mask is a prisoner on the island."

Slade tilts his head to the side amused, "is such a trustworthy individual? He lied to you."

Oliver lowers the mask, "then what. Why are you here and not with them?"

"My partner and I came to this island to rescue your friend, Yao Fei." Slade explains, "We're A.S.I.S." He smirks, "Australian intelligence." Slade steps back pointing at the open crate, "find yourself a weapon. Have you considered a sword," Slade raises his eyebrows with a grin, "I like swords."

Oliver goes back to the crate and chooses a sword like Slade suggested.

"Let's get started," Slade said, "we've got much to do in very little time. Slade draws his sword and charges at Oliver. Oliver throws the sling onto a crate and blocks Slade's blade before it strikes his chest. "Keep your blade up and make your form small," Slade instructs. "Do not hesitate. Act!"

Oliver swings his sword which Slade easily blocks deflecting Oliver's blade to the side, "do not think too much. Let it flow naturally." Their swords meet again.

Slade intends to have Oliver train nonstop, they have no time for pleasantries. Oliver will have to train with his injuries—besides it will help him fight while in pain. Slade smirks and clashes his sword against Oliver disarming him.

The next day Slade throws a cold bucket of water over Oliver's prone form on the floor where Slade had him sleep. Oliver jumps up his clothes drenched. "Morning," Slade greets grinning, "time to get up."

Oliver stares at Slade blankly, "What…? It's not even fully daylight yet."

"Like I said. Time to get up. We've got a lot to do,"

Oliver gets up and follows Slade to the grass opening in front of the plane. Slade turns to face Oliver throwing his combat knife at Oliver's feet, "pick it up. It's time to teach you some close quarters combat." Oliver picks up the knife like you would at a dining table. Slade sighs, "no. Reverse grip and hold the handle firm but not tight. Make your form relaxed and not tense. You'll need fluidity to fight with a knife."

Oliver charges at Slade with a growl but Slade grabs Oliver's wrist twisting him around onto the floor and presses his knife against his neck, "dead." Slade gets up and drops the knife on Oliver's chest, "get up!"

Oliver stands back up and immediately swings at Slade with the knife. Slade intercepts with his forearm against Oliver's before swivelling on his feet throwing Oliver over his shoulder. "You need to be unorthodox. Throw your opponent off their game."

Slade continues the training until nightfall not giving Oliver any chance for breaks besides the occasional drink of water.

Day two of Oliver's training has begun and Slade wakes Oliver the same as yesterday. "You have one minute. Be in the clearing by then." Slade grabs some sticks he prepared earlier off the table and goes outside.

Slade drops two sticks on the floor and walks a few feet across the clearing and moves his hands behind his back waiting for Oliver. "No time to lose. Pick up your escrima sticks and copy what I do, "Slade instructs showing Oliver the correct form and how to swing them correctly.

Once Slade is satisfied he orders for Oliver to start attacking him. Oliver manages to get a few strikes to connect with Slade's sticks before he's hit on his left ribs twisting Oliver's body as he drops to the floor. "Again."

Oliver gets up and repeats the process attacking Slade before getting knocked down. As time went on Oliver starts to lose his temper and gets back up, attacking Slade wildly.

"Get a grip of yourself," Slade orders. "Your emotions cloud your judgement." He points a stick at Oliver like a sword, "to fight you must be clear headed." Oliver stands up again taking a few moments to calm his breathing and clear his mind of his frustration. "Good. Now focus."

Slade starts to swing which Oliver returns and Oliver lasts longer, "good. Stay focused, concentrate." Slade changes speed and smacks Oliver around the face and Oliver's body spins from the momentum onto his knees with his back to Slade.

Oliver shoves his palms against the ground leaving one of his sticks on the floor as he gets up and turns to blade at Slade.

"How did you survive her for six months?" Slade asked incredulously, slowly walking back and forth in front of him. "I know Girl Scouts with more fight."

Oliver grins in amusement, "banging girl scouts now Slade?" Slade smacks his stick against Oliver's palm leaving his flesh red. "Arghh! What the fuck?" Oliver growls out in pain.

"Listen Kid," Slade glares authoritatively. "We've only got eight days until our operation. Start taking it more seriously." Oliver becomes angry again wildly swinging his stick down at Slade's shoulder. Slade blocks the sloppy attacks and strikes his own stick at Oliver's knee before grabbing Oliver's forearms twisting to the side and spinning Oliver around. He smacks Oliver's back with four brutal strikes.

Oliver groans and raises his arms in the air as he gets into his feet, "argh! What is the point of this? They carry guns not bamboo!" Oliver leans slightly closer, "what am I supposed to do then? Threaten him with my bamboo?"

Slade narrows his eyes before drawing his pistol from his hip and then with a quick flick flips the pistol around and grabs the barrel, "jam this in my face." Oliver looks back and forth between the gun and Slade's face hesitant. "Do it!"

Oliver takes the gun and Slade drops his bamboo sticks. Oliver raises his arm and Slade immediately counters grabbing the barrel, spinning on his feet, slashing his elbow underneath Oliver's ribs and hocking his arm around Oliver's, throwing him to the floor. Oliver rolls around on the floor as Slade points the gun at him.

Oliver sits up as he raises his hands, "I give up!"

Slade grabs Oliver by the throat lifting him onto the feet and pushes the barrel against Oliver's cheek. "There is no giving up to these guys! No crying or buying your way out of it." Slade cocks the gun, "you have two choices...escape or die."

Oliver's face shifts through a variety of emotions as he breathes heavily, "escape."

Slade shoves Oliver away uncocking his gun, "then...let me show you how not to die." Slade holsters his pistol on his hip and walks over to two sticks on the ground and picks them, throwing one at Oliver. Oliver's face contorts as he strikes at Slade, their sticks coming together with a loud smack.