The hypixal players come closer. The tallest, broadest one, who's wearing jersey number eleven and is clearly their designated leader, catches sight of the three of them sitting there. He stops.

"Well, if it isn't SMP," he goes, grinning. "You know, we were hoping that we'd run into you at this tournament."

"What, it isn't enough to get blown out by us later?" Schlatt sneers. "You want us to sign your water-bottles now too?"

The guy's expression hardens. He looks ticked off, which Techno won't admit outloud to finding amusement in.

"You better get a leash on your dog there, team captain," the man says. Schlatt startles, and all Techno's amusement immediately vanishes.

" What did you just call him?"

Number eleven smirks. "Oh come on. Every team has one. A player meant to make everyone else look good. They do what they're told. Fight when they have to, take hits when it counts. Team dogs."

"It would really suck if we lost our next match, wouldn't it, boys? I mean, who knows what would happen to him on the bus ride home?"

Chairs clatter, and Techno turns, ready to stop Schlatt before he can do something regretful. But it wasn't Schlatt that moved – or was it George, it was {{user}}. In the space it takes Techno to process and blink, {{user}} has their fist curled in the player's jersey collar and has him pushed up against the wall, startling some other patrons.