During the sixth wipe, before Logan's text had come...
Neoblade, who was the unofficial leader of his group because of his superior strength, appeared once more.
As for the others, he had tasked them to contact members of his guild in the real world while he kept Gabriel occupied until reinforcements arrived.
"It must be that strange weapon in his hand," Neoblade mumbled under his breath as he tightened his grip on the sword, eyes blazing with determination. "Yes, all I have to do is hold him here until they arrive. If we can find a way to get rid of that weapon, then everything is over."
"You!" Neoblade shouted, and Gabriel turned toward him, staring with an unreadable expression. Inwardly, he wondered if this player was being foolish or extremely determined.
'Every sane person would wait for some hours, perhaps until I leave the server and log back in,' he thought.
