[he can't quite bring himself to shoot even hostile bowmen with lightning, so he aims directly in front of the first man, sending lightning arcing into the ground at his feet. the man stumbles in shock, falling flat on his face, and the rest of the mob look Oliver's direction in surprise]
[eyes widening, Oliver starts randomly sending spurts of lightning in their general direction, hoping to keep them busy enough that they can't shoot Lyle--or him--without actually hitting anybody]
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[eyes widening, Oliver starts randomly sending spurts of lightning in their general direction, hoping to keep them busy enough that they can't shoot Lyle--or him--without actually hitting anybody]