The Gamemaster laughed in response.
“But see, that is my entire purpose. For what would I be without my games?; The Lamemaster?!”
There didn’t seem to be anything too suspicious, save for an odd device protruding from the ground. It was a Pedastal, with two sleeve-like openings. But it didn’t appear to be a weapon.
As for environmental advantages, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was pretty large and jagged, and hung loosely...
Mark unsheathed his sword, stomping forward.
“Enough of this. It’s over, Gamemaster! We finally have you cornered!” He spat.
The Gamemaster chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly in denial.
“Oh, Mark... shouldn’t you, of all people, have realized by now that I am never truly cornered? There is always an Ace up my sleeve!” He said, starting to slowly become more hysterical as he paced about the room.
“Oh?” Said the Gamemaster, raising a brow behind his mask.