"Damn it." Oliver whispered to himself. The villains had disappeared, and they had taken Magus. But almost... 200, according to Flit, of their number had been killed. Oliver stomach heaved, but he kept it down as he saw all the death around him. He turned to see Rachel and Jason at each other's throats. He realized they had problems to be worked out, but he wasn't about to let them solve them with their fists. He extended both arms, flesh and energy, and binding fields surrounded Rachel and Jason, paralyzing them. He was a little worried that Jason would be too much to handle, but for the moment he seemed to have control.
"All right, that's enough out of both of you." He said, a little coldly. He brought the two together, but separated by their energy fields and about 10 feet. "All right, whatever problems you have are going to be solved with words, not violence, as long as I'm around. If either of you tries to break out and settle things the hard way, we'll try again when you regain consciousness. Now then, who wants to go first?"
He almost laughed at the sarcastically deadpan tone to his own voice.