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Chapter 2: Greetings

I officially hate whoever is GMing my life!

The "GM" had obviously read Raymond Chandler's advice: "When things get slow, have a couple of mooks burst in and try to kill the protagonist".

Two wizards in totally enveloping grey robes and hoods silently popped into existence tactically well-separated. There was some kind of obscuring spell on the hood so the faces were totally obscured visually. Unfortunately for them, I took lessons from Mentor of Arisa.(not really) I have the Sense of Perception.

Sense of Perception [100]
You have a sense that gives you "a practically perfect three-dimensional view of the entire circumambient sphere," including inside objects. You perceive shapes and colors (if you have color vision; born-blind characters do not perceive colors).

I realized I was still lying on the ground and stood up, waiting to see what they would do. I turned my face"plate" to The Laughing Man (complete with circling text).

The older one was sneaking (he thinks) up on me, and finally took up a position near me. The younger one finally stood up and yelled, "Freeze! Raise your hands!"

"Who dares to order me?" I asked in a pleasant tone. I was still still slightly miffed about being deposited in this world without so much as a by-your-leave. I realized I probably shouldn't be antagonizing Ministry wizards Guessing Unspeakables by the grey cloaks and hoods but it was probably too late and I had no intention of getting stuffed into a jar in the Department of Mysteries.

The younger one proved to be a little overly aggressive as he said, "We ask the questions here! You're an Outsider! We don't tolerate Outsiders!"

Harry Dresden came to mind. "You think I'm from beyond the Outer Gates? I don't think I am. Besides shouldn't you let Pappy over there be talking, Dunbar?" (I could read the name printed on his underwear)

He evidently didn't want to argue anymore, as he waved his wand and an absurdly slow red-glowing bolt of magic came right at me. The older guy did a facepalm, then readying himself to support the idiot. He produced a mid-sized silver great cat of some sort, said something to it, and there was nothing but a silver streak which faded in an instant.

My magical shields were part of me (part of my becoming an Arch-Mage), but I decided to see if I could catch the spell. Stunner, hopefully.

Catch Spell is designated a Blocking spell in GURPS which means it can be brought up instantly in defense of a spell attack.

I did manage to catch the spell, turning into a ball of red light in my hand. I looked at the spell in my hand to begin analysis.

Immediate analysis: The magic contained wasn't weaved into the local mana like most mages I knew did. It was sort of PUSHED into the world, not really fitting in at all. It was too slippery to hang on to for long. I wound up in my baseball pitcher imitation, and threw it back at the young idiot.

Being that he was apparently so mentally stunned at my actions that he was just STANDING THERE slack-jawed, he was then knocked unconscious from his own spell hitting him in the nards. Oops, I'd been aiming at his chest. (Really! )

The older waved his wand at some local trash cans and suddenly there were 3 mid-sized great cats bounding at me. Transfiguration and Animation.

He was also waving his wand in a flowing manner that spat out spells at an impressive pace. I bet he's Spell Chaining. Wonder how long are his chains?

I have a ridiculously fast speed of thought, my body is fit, I have the skillz, thus I was able to dodge most of his spell attacks totally, the couple that brushed me dissipated on my magic resistance.

The cats I dealt with by fast-drawing my omni-blaster {neural-interface command: wide-beam} and blowing a smoking hole in each of them.

All in all, an impressive 10 seconds even by my standards.

"Well, that was bracing. I'm afraid I'm not going to wait till your reinforcements arrive. I'm going to go get dinner at a local steak house. Bye."

I teleported off to the horizon I could see behind him. I could have teleported off to anywhere in England I wanted to, like outside the front gates of Buckingham Palace, but I didn't care to have anyone witness my arrival.

Hmmmm, I need a Police Call Box...

A/N: I officially hate the way FFnet messes up my formatting. When I posted this on Spacebattles I was able to put stuff in pretty boxes.