Bachus clasped a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "mhm." He grunted. "I have no intention of fighting with the squads anymore." He paused for a moment, as people looked at him as though he were a coward. He opened his menu and equipped a bulky set of armour, purple in colour, spike from the shoulders. "I plan on tanking." He grinned as though he'd won an award or something. "Being a solo player surprisingly helps you increase specific levels much more quickly." He also equipped a massive two handed blade, as it appeared on his back. "My two handed and heavy armouring abilities have both increased dramatically." He paused before making sure Ryan was still listening. "Eh. I was looking at the front liner stats for players in the book of truth. It seems that statistically, me and you are the best tankers on the front lines, in terms of sheer power and damage absorbing anyway."