FIGHT CLUB ✎ 001
[Watching the blonde tango with her enemy was intoxicating. It was almost as if Sara were back from the dead. Nyssa momentarily allowed herself to fantasize- to betray reason and dream that her yellow bird was still with her. This set-up had been an convenient for her, but as soon as her Ta-er al-Safar faltered, the vision of her love before her was shattered. It was a cruel truth, but this was her reality. Her nightmare. Leaping down from the railed emergency exit she was observing her from, Nyssa rushed to her aid out of pity for both Laurel Lance and herself. Laurel for fighting so bravely yet so poorly, desperation radiating off of her. It reminded Nyssa of a young Sara- starved, terrified, and traumatized. And herself for seeing Sara in her sister, Laurel.
Following Laurel here had assured Nyssa that the law-makers of Starling City were on their way regardless of whether they killed this man or not. For every punch Laurel threw, Nyssa threw four more, sweeping his legs from beneath him with a forceful kick. Too simple. Boring, almost. He struggled to get back up, and with another resigned move, Nyssa yanked him up and presented him to Sara’s sister. The strongest of metals is forged in the hottest fire, she had told Laurel. Delivering justice to this man was not Nyssa’s duty.”
“What’s to be done with him?”
[Of all the people to catch her being helpless... Laurel had been grateful for Nyssa's presence initially, when she'd recognized that the looming figure had been friend and not foe, but as the fighting came to an end and her spiked adrenaline levels started to crash back down, she felt shame burn the cheeks that were covered in shadows cast from her mask. Nyssa had known Sara -- the strong, beautiful warrior. And she also knew that Laurel was not that person, was not ready for the challenge that she'd gone ahead and taken on anyway.
The lecture did not come, though, and for that Laurel was grateful. She had enough of that from Oliver and from her father; all she wanted was someone who would treat her as an equal, or at least someone who had the potential to become as such. How was it that everyone let her save the world if it was from behind a desk, but when she wanted to be on the fields doing it, their attitudes changed? Her father would be here soon to pick up after her, to cart off the man they'd just stopped for him, and yet she'd get nothing but disapproval in return.]
"We leave him for the law -- our work is done."
[Laurel knelt down to tie the man's hands; there was no point in taking chances. She secured the binds then finally glanced back up towards Nyssa, a smile creeping over her face as it registered that this had been a job well done, despite her early setbacks. She may not have had much love for Nyssa when shed first learned of the woman's role in Sara's life, but she appreciated her now, both for the fact that they'd loved her sister and for the way she'd stepped in when Laurel needed her.]
"Thank you. For helping me... and for not lecturing me for being out here on my own."
