"There's only one good thing about any of this," Barry remarked as he picked himself up after his third (unsuccessful) attempt to phase through the wall, "which is you at least don't have powers - I mean, you can do what you do without them; got any exploding arrows on you?"

Oliver already had one drawn, but the string released too early with a dull twong; the arrow plopped to the ground at his feet, and as he jumped back in alarm before it could explode, he tripped and fell flat on his back.

The arrow's explosive head popped with a sad little piffle and a puff of smoke, and Barry said, "Okay, I take it back, I think we're in trouble."