[He crosses over to her, setting his bow down. He begins to open it with a heave, finding it far heavier than expected.
Oliver lets go, rolling his shoulders. He's carried heavier during his usual workouts.
Again, he positions himself, this time with better leverage. With a squall, the door finally starts to slowly open. It groans and creaks, like old bones popping after days of disuse. It stays solidly in place once he opens it far enough, thankfully.]
Go.
[He says as he grabs the bow again. She doesn't need help.
He doesn't intend on letting her go without cover.]
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Oliver lets go, rolling his shoulders. He's carried heavier during his usual workouts.
Again, he positions himself, this time with better leverage. With a squall, the door finally starts to slowly open. It groans and creaks, like old bones popping after days of disuse. It stays solidly in place once he opens it far enough, thankfully.]
Go.
[He says as he grabs the bow again. She doesn't need help.
He doesn't intend on letting her go without cover.]