An alert plays. A siren, a warning of a nearby threat. A silent Torbjorn pondering the game at the back of the ground rushes out of the back door to investigate the situation, only to rush back demanding everyone to flee. The omnic's have arrived. It was inevitable but it couldn't stop the hearts of the brave Starcraft crowd and Korean locals. In a last ditch attempt to save who he could, D.VA is thrown over the shoulder of Torbjorn and rushed to his apartment, where hes lived for the past 2 days to watch the tournament.
Infuriated, D.VA demands to fight. She demands Torbjorn to help her fight. But they both must be patient. Time passes and the city is engulfed in rubble.
"Be patient, young one." A distraught dwarf mumbles to a broken teenager.
"I will help you fight."
OR ATLEAST THATS HOW I THINK ITS GONNA GO.