Oliver had been shocked at how easy it was to stab a demon. Within seconds off his knife finding its target the demon had dropped John and turned to face him. Oliver had then been shocked at Constantine taking out the demons legs and if the demon hadn't taken him down for the ride he would have asked John about it. He did hear the man mutter something about an old flame and neat tricks.
At one point the demon had managed to wrestle one of Oliver's knifes away from him. Constantine was wrestling with his fire and Oliver was currently pinned to the wall by one of his arrows. (He wasn't quite sure how that had happen.) He was stuck and the demon took advantage and aimed the knife.
He wasn't quite sure why he did what he did. But for some reason he started to use one of the spells Constantine had taught him.
Oliver quickly spoke the words and felt his arms moving to match movement with words. He could the coldness flowing throught his veins and just as the knife was about to hit him, he gave his trust.
The knife just stopped and then was flung backwards into the demon. By then John had freed himself and rugby tackled the demon to the floor. Oliver pulled his arrow out and joined both John and the demon on the floor. Forcing his arrow into the demons leg. It scream made Oliver want to cover his ears but the Constantine hadn't stopped fighting.
They had fought on the floor for a while before John had managed to kick the demon onto its back and was currently holding down its legs and arms, while burning a symbol into the roof.
It was in that moment that Oliver had been able to drive his knife into the demons heart. Again he had been rather shocked when that didn't kill the demon but it managed to allow John to finish burning the symbol into the roof. Yanking his knife out he felt a hand on his arm. Turning he saw Constantine pulling him away from the demon.
He followed John and ran to the very edge of the roof as Constantine began to chant.
Oliver had seen very little magic and what he had seen had been rather tame compared to this. This sent flames shooting into the sky. As the flames died down the demon ran at them. Oliver gripped his knife a little tighter ready for another fight, but Constantine just smiled as the demon was thrown back into the centre of the ring of fire.
Constantine closed his eyes and spread his arms wide open as he cried a spell into the night. Oliver felt the rain as it began to pour, but the flames just seemed to grown now racing towards the demon creating a multitude of new symbols within the circle. The demons cries were matched in sound only by Constantine's words. The rain pounded down as the demon tried again and again to free itself but after what felt like seconds it was gone. Oliver watched as the flames died down and the rain washed away the blood, leaving no evidence that anthing had happened there. If he hadn't been there then Oliver wouldn't have believed it.
Turning he saw that Constantine had fallen to his knees and was using his arms to hold himself. He picked up his weapons and replaced his clothes, knowing that the man needed a minute or two.
Oliver had seen what he looked like after bringing Sara's soul back. The Brit had hidden it pretty well and everyone else was paying too much attention to Sara to notice. But the way Constantine had kept close to the walls, using them to support himself hadn't gone un-noticed by Oliver. In fact he was pretty that the man had thrown up when he left to get some air.
Magic had its cost. That much Oliver knew. What he didn't know was what bringing Sara's soul back had cost John. Whatever it was Oliver owed the Brit. The least he could do was let him catch his breath. He collected John's clothes along with Merlin's cloak and moved back towards the man. The rain was still going and showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down. He passed the clothes and cloak over and recived a nod in exchange. As Constantine dressed Oliver asked.
"Since you made it rain. Do you think you could make it stop?" This got Oliver a laugh.
"No such luck." Constantine stood up and checked the roof for anything Oliver had forgotten or missed. "Anyway its rain. Reminds me off home."
Oliver shook his head.
"Well, since it is my night off and I'm guessing there are no more demons running lose in my city. Want a beer?"
"I wouldn't say no."