Vincent's breath had began to be erratic and his legs began to burn. The dark silver haired boy wasn't going to give up easily though. He could still go on and if he couldn't then he had 'ol trusty adrenaline to do that for him. But it can only do him so much. His pacing and breathing was fine. His main problem was stamina. He had garnered enough stamina to last 10 normal laps but 10 laps, 1 mile each was ridiculous. He was a librarian before this after all. He felt pathetic really but what could he do now? He could train in the future but for now, he shouldn't wallow in self-pity.
It wasn't long until another one stopped. It was that guy that did some sort of interpretative dance when he attempted to summon a creature. Wasn't that guy in the clinic? And when did he join the running group? Well it didn't matter. He was soon flicked and was sent flying to another golem bird that sent him to someplace Vincent didn't know. It was then that he noticed that the golem had considerably slowed. Vincent knew he shouldn't find this as a point of rest for his tired legs so he faced straight and started to run once more.
He could see Charles at the head of the group. The guy had it all, as to be expected from the grandson of the headmaster. He had stamina, pacing and breathing control. Just like Lazzerus, that guy who was beside him. There were only few who realized that they had to keep good pacing and to control their breathing. Vincent was proud to say that he was one of them but sadly didn't have the stamina to back up his knowledge.
It wasn't long until the guy named Drake Sigurd had seemed to trip but he was still alright and kept on running. And run he did, face-first into a tree though. Vincent winced at that. That should've hurt him and that was evident since he passed out, along with exhaustion, that was understandable. Poor guy. It was then that they were signalled to stop and the golem stopped before it could step on Drake.
Unlike the others, he headed to Koga first before he tried to catch his breath. He placed both hands on his hips and then began taking deep breaths. His legs were threatening to give way under him. It shook in exhaustion and when he was done taking deep breaths, he let his arms fall to his side. He then looked back at Koga and then he introduced the golem and told them what they should do next. However, before he went into a meditation position, he looked up at the golem. He had a newfound respect for the giant. "It's nice to meet you Reginald. I look forward to training under your and Mr. Koga's supervision."
With that done, he then sat down, practically collapsing at that. He eased himself into a meditation pose and then started to meditate. He calmed himself and let all wary thoughts disappear from his mind. His concentration fully on meditating and connecting with his summon in the other dimension. It wasn't long until he heard Skelly's laughter. "What's up partner? I feel that you're tired, out of breath! You alright?" The skeletal dragon's voice was happy and full of mirth. It was like he was just talking with another spirit like it was nothing.
"Running two miles while being chased by a golem does that." Vincent replied and the two shared a telepathic laugh. Vincent was truly happy with Skelly but somehow, he knew that Skelly was just putting up a front right now. It was like he was hiding something for now, from him, and it had something to do with the real him. The one who was lost within mountains of masks.