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"Squires!" Gale snapped, all of them standing to attention on instant. "Eight laps around the yard. Go." |
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Being an elf the eight laps were easy with my level of agility and i finished the laps first |
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Gale noted who finished first, but mainly who finished last. He pulled the young man to the front of the group, having him hold a plank as he stuck his boot on his back, increasing the pressure until eventually, he fell and didn't get back up. The sergent looked at the crowd, all of them standing to attention as he stalked in the front, using the man as an example. "If you fail this will become you on a daily basis, fail twice, you'll be kicked from the program to the streets, losing your chance of ever becoming a guard." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
