"Roy, you can't be serious," G.A. whispered to him while the shadows assembled. "They'll tear your sorry self to pieces."
"In order for something to posses someone they have to break that person's morale," Red replied back, setting his shoulders back the best he could. His tone was biting and defensive as he did his best to look dignified.
"I will not let that happen."
Just then he was released from his restraints and flipped to his feet upon landing.
G.A. watched as the shadows guarded from all sides of the room, though only one came forward.
"Let's get this over with, Little Arrow," the shadow spoke, cracking his knuckles.
Green Arrow widened his eyes. That had been the same shadow that had captured him.
…Red Arrow was thinking the same thing as his old enemy stepped up to the plate. But he kept up his spirit.
"Bring it," he challenged through his teeth.
Although his left wrist was broken, Red Arrow was right handed. And they had given him his arrows back.
"They really want to burst his confidence," G.A. breathed, "They're letting him use his arrows so it'll be all the more painful when he loses." The ex mentor knew his ex apprentice was at a real disadvantage here.
But Red Arrow saw otherwise. He scanned his surroundings with an analytical eye; noticing the fluorescents above which were either broken or off and the notably barren floor.
He narrowed his eyes; he would have to come up with something.
"Begin," Shadow Knight declared formally.
With a grin, his minion charged.