The firework show was never supposed to be a cause for anybody’s panic, and yet, supernaturals all alike were being bombarded with what Oliver could only assume was wolfsbanes and vervain. Oliver had had enough alcohol to stun him for a little bit as he tried to slur through his own mind in order to cast some sort of spell, but the inebriated warlock was not prepared for this massive slaughter. “C’mon, we need to get you inside!” At the very least, he thought he could start healing supernaturals to a point where they weren’t suffering fully.












