Even though Cynrik's tone was a mixture of anger and sarcasm, Brance didn't step in. Instead, he was too busy scrolling through his list of Classes, double-checking if there was any Unique Class hidden within the hundreds of options.
"Oi, little brother, you've been awfully quiet over there. Everyone except you has already voiced what class they are going with, leaving you the odd man out." Stretching like a cat and resting his hands behind his head, Cynrik singled out Brance, who, up until this point, had only been advising the others.
"What is there to talk about? Like Selene, I don't really have much choice. Unless I find some random Unique Class…HOLY SHIT, WHEN DID THAT APPEAR." Suddenly shifting gears mid-sentence, Brance shot to his feet with his right hand hovering in the air as if he was about to press something on his display.