Fifteen minutes earlier, in the VR SRD World, 2 minutes remaining until MyrkLys was expelled from the world. The members of MyrkLys gathered around in a circle, with Cynrik standing in the center with his arms crossed.
'The fact that they beat us by 20 minutes is evidence enough that something of that nature transpired. Now they have 15 points, meaning they are only five points shy of tying us, and if that happens, we get dragged into a Tie Breaker Match. However, since I am very, VERY angry right now, here's the plan moving forward.' Reaching over his head, Cynrik pulled up his hood with his left hand and grinned evily in the safety of the shadow cast by it before explaining his new plan.
'There is a 95% chance that Derrek, that little shit whose Romeoville's Captain, will try starting shit with me during the face-off before the start of the next Event. When he does, and I say when because he is fairly predictable, I will establish dominance over that little shit.'
