The Aura of Greatness - Part1

With a shrug, and a calm smile, Oliver merely said, "perhaps." He was not so involved in the argument that his anger had boiled over. He'd merely done what was instinctual, and flicked off a fly that had been attempting to bite him.

He surprised himself, a little, as the room once more settled into silence.

The others were looking at him differently by now, as he sat with one leg casually draped over the other, leaning back against the bench, ever so comfortable. Before, he had been misplaced, and interesting to that degree. And now he was interesting for another reason entirely.

The Beam of the past would have risen to Gargon's challenges, Oliver was sure. But the Beam of the past would not have been able to stay so calm whilst doing so. Oliver hardly noted a change in his emotions as he fended off the denominations of a stranger, in a room full of strangers, and his peers.