"Barry?" He hadn't expected to recognize whoever he'd shoved behind him. Most of the people he'd seen here tended to blur together and, of the ones who didn't, he didn't know any of them. Until now. It was a small bit of comfort to see someone from his past and a larger bit of comfort that it was Barry. If anyone was going to be useful in a place like this, it was going to be Barry Allen, the Flash.

"I'm not trying to slow it down," he said even as he took aim. "I"m trying to stop it."

The arrow flew and he heard something crack. He found himself looking to Barry. Clearly he knew something more about these things than Oliver did and that meant if he had any ideas about how to stop them, Oliver was going to be all ears.