{ENOUGH! I GET IT! You hate my new skill; stop your stupid and annoying whining. Fuck, just bring a pair of sunglasses with you everywhere. It literally only says if you're too close or see the flash.} Feeling the urge to slam his head on the ground, Brance wanted nothing more than to shut off the mind link to stop the annoying screeches coming from Cynrik.
{Mehmehmeh, YOU ARE STILL A DICK!} Crossing his arms and pouting, Cynrik closed the Marketplace and stood up. Next, he swapped out his weapons for the new Iron ones and adjusted them on his hip and the small of his back. Once he was ready, Cynrik popped his neck and slowed his breathing.
{Im heading up, good luck.} Taking a fighting stance, Cynrik said in the mind link before talking out loud.
"Move to Floor Twenty-One,"
|Command recognized, moving combatant Ivar Ragnarsson to the semi-final Floor.|