If the game is paused, quit. If not,
Kill the red dot while Generally Me is afk.
You lift VR goggles and nerve thief. The tournament hall seems to be quite mess. Many windows are shattered and people are pooling around exits. But not everybody. For example, NAV, Ozarck, Gene White, Beirus and few others are still around.
Oh, and you hear nice *Whoosh* sound from outside as if something is burning furiously.
"What's worse than what's going on is the reality bend-it's almost as though I'm not a mage! Let's hope my cloning chambers work as planned if I die."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, BLAST IT!?!"
Shit's happening. And by sound of it, stuff is burning outside.
"Eh?"
Continue looking, dammit. Go south another 20 feet, then sweep west. Stun again after ten seconds.
Virtual arena is paused.
Contact administrator. If the game is still on make illusions to camoflouge myself while I zoom into the closet Pegasus.
You take of VR goggles and find your opponent did the same.
"I need an administrator here!"
Beirus makes his way over to Mr. White, flashbacks from like every episode of YuGiOh he had ever watched going through his mind.
"Oi, White! The hell is going on here? What did you do to make this tournament?" He hisses at the man, keeping his voice low so others don't overhear.
As you approach him you spot what he's doing with his phone before he notices your presence and turns the phone away from you. Apparently he's scrolling through digital versions of tournament cards. The one card you recognized was "Retinue of lesser demons".
"I have no idea what's going on." He answers without losing his smile.
"Paper work. Brainstorming. Taxes. You know, all kind of things necessary to be able to run a succesful gaming company."Move up river where the current is lesser. About half the distance I can reach with my mind power. Sneak knives and as many sharp bits of metal as I can manage along the ground through the fog. Have them simultaneously attack the enemy from multiple directions.
The game is paused.