GA was far more focused on the task at hand than his friend. Creating constructs out of thin air when there were were no enemies to fight was easy, especially with a magic power ring; at least, in Ollie's opinion, which he didn't bother to voice. That kind of thing was petty, and he didn't like to be petty when it came to Hal. They'd been friends too long for anything like that.
The Archer pulled back on the bow string, releasing the first arrow with a zing, quickly nocking a second, letting it fly, and then a third. He watched with great satisfaction as they smashed their targets: the three green clay pigeons Hal had imagined up using his ring.