[center][b]Joseph Dumoulin - Squad 17[/b][/center]

As the three rode away from the camp, Joseph had his head turned towards Terry. [b]"Sounds like a plan. We'll get our flag before any other team does!!"[/b] The boy turned forward again, smacking his lips loudly and lightly kicking the horse's sides twice, leaning forward and placing himself on the head-end of the saddle. The horse's hooves started to tap on the ground one at a time, rapidly, speeding up. There was a determined visage with a wide grin plastered across his face as he rode. [i]There's no way I'm losing to him this time! Though this isn't an actual race... Who cares? I'm gonna beat him anyway![/i] Assuming that the others would be keeping up, Joseph didn't bother to look back.