There was a hesitation so brief that only a speedster would notice. Felicity was here. On the one hand, it meant that he could protect her. On the other, he didn't really want to contemplate anyone he cared about in this place. Well, it was done. He couldn't just magically wish her away. At least on the plus side, he had someone he trusted trying to fix this on the end where she was most comfortable. She wasn't out in this mess and that was all for the better.

He didn't have time to hesitate long, though, because the machine followed him. Better him than Barry, he supposed. He weaved between blasts and headed toward the nearest source of power. If Barry had a good mind, and Oliver knew he did, then he would come around and be waiting for them. Oliver just had to trust in that. And in the meantime, he had to not get himself killed.

Easier said than done when it was just him and his bow and he had more than a close shave as one of its blasts seared his bicep. He gritted his teeth and kept moving.