Damnit.
He doesn't move one bit, to his credit, standing as still as a statue with nothing but the night air between them. He supposed he couldn't get lucky enough to pull Roy or Connor being in Star City.
"We really don't have time for this." he says, his voice sounding like gravel in a blender.
"How about you go your way, I go mine, and we pretend we never saw each other?" he says. He doesn't want to hurt anyone except the Artist tonight, but if Dudley-Do-Wrong here can't take a hint and get lost...well, he needs to work out frustration somewhere.
He listens for a response, a shifting of movement, anything that will give him an idea of who is enemy is. He already knows this person has training, from how they've caught him off-guard.
He did help with that by being distracted in the first place, however.
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