Bristle grimaced with a repressed sigh of acceptance. He had the feeling the master wasn't really big on complaining. He slowly started a nice jog and kept speeding up the slightest bit until he was at a comfortable pace. Bristle had plenty of experience running from things, in fact he was surprised his muscles still worked. Bristle looked at everyone else talking amongst themselves, that seemed unwise given how spartan the master seemed. Though perhaps he wouldn't mind as long as chit chat didn't interfere with training, though Bristle wasn't sure what running had to do with magic anyway, but he certainly wasn't going to say that.