Surprisingly, though, Blackthorn stood her ground, not budging. From the venom in her eyes, Oliver thought she was going to run at Nila there and then. A tense standoff, spanning nearly five seconds, before Blackthorn cooled off enough to step away.
Nila raised an eyebrow at Oliver as she watched her go. She seemed apologetic, but Oliver didn't think she had a reason to be. From the off, she'd gone lightly, by choosing to place the arrow at her stomach rather than at her face. Of course, she'd found the gap between the plate, and Blackthorn wasn't wearing chainmail on account of its weight, so it ended up being painful enough regardless, even with the arrow padded.
