As Myer had a mental breakdown due to the chaos Cynrik was causing in the stairwell, the person in question was lazily reclining on a pile of charred corpses while watching the countdown timer tick away.
-Time remaining 01:23-
{Hehe, one, two, three, make a wish, Brance.} Covering his mouth with his right hand, Cynrik snickered softly at his bad joke.
{Shut up. Don't you have something more important to be doing right now instead of fucking around? I'm almost done down here;} although Brance was hurrying along a couple of remaining children through the magic circle, he still took the time to condemn his brother. He wasn't entirely clear on what was happening in the stairwell since his attention was solely directed at the massive group of kids he was supposed to be keeping in order. As such, he wasn't able to separate his attention and direct it to where his brother was fighting.
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