Aurora, catching Ariali slow down outta the corner of her eye, skidded to a halt. Seeing her Lythari friend indicate that she should head back to the group, the winter wolf followed Ariali back to the camp where she saw everyone was getting set in to stay the night, so she plopped down beside the Lythari.
She noted where Veraka and Onix had stopped and were breathing rather heavily, but neither of them looked worse for wear, they were just slightly winded.
To be expected, I suppose. Though I fail to see why he insists on continuing this little game with that odd armored alien fellow, Onix? Aurora asked, more so to Ariali than anyone else.
The aasimar and clone were both taking deep breaths to slow their heart-rates down. Onix removed his helmet, and wiped an armored forearm across his brow, taking a good amount of sweat from it.
"Well, Veraka; I must say, you definitely have the stamina of a runner, but is that how you were trained?" the clone inquired.
The warrior unpacked his rations for travel, and proceeded to munch on an apple, tossing one to Onix; "If by 'how I was trained', you mean that I was essentially beat to near death from the time I could stand tell I was an adolescent and forced to run for hours on end, in frigid weather, then yes, that is how I was trained." That last statement made the clone stop dead in his actions.
In War, Justice; In Peace, Hope; In Death: Sacrifice