Bastard, non-consensual, designated demon son being a little bitch. Or really, defending himself because Oliver doesn’t like him in the slightest and keeps yelling at him. Don’t worry, it’s just a nightmare, he’ll be gone when you wake up.
 
I originally did this with long sleeves, which made no sense, so I revised it with short sleeves so it made sense. Still safe because zombies don’t really feel pain like that, and indeed that is the least of his worries.