The two witches were just having fun talking and whispering to the wind, weaving small spells to deliver their messages. Something interesting was set in motion because of the gift Adalia gave Chalsea and they just wanted to alert the queen to it, but the queen’s response to it, made the witches move backwards away from the edge of the wall. Sala and Vala made stressed expressions for a few moments, eyes filled with mix of fear and irritation. In the end they just held hands before vanishing into the air, returning to their room with magic. A single black feather was all that was left behind after that magic stunt they pulled. A form of teleportation, a feat that required a rather good understanding of their magic. [color=c4df9b]“ She’s a danger…” [/color]Vala said to her sister, taking a deep breath.[color=c4df9b]” Shhh… we aren’t to get involved into that, you know that.”[/color] Sala replied, pulling a waterskin and giving it to Vala. The witches then relaxed slightly before smirking again.”[color=c4df9b] Well it’s all fine… she’s scary, but so is Chalsea… Soon she will wake up.” [/color]They said in unison, feeling their magic in the distance taking hold as the soldiers would run a lap over it and their equipment get heavier by the lap.

  Meantime back outside the walls, Chalsea did notice that the witches had left when the first lap was done and she did feel her equipment get heavier as she could see it happen on the faces of the soldiers behind her. She knew what thoughts were running through their heads, wondering what had happened. It was fine actually. Simply put this part of the training was more about the force of will than anything. As their equipment got heavier their bodies would quickly lose the ability to continuesly sustain the ability to carry the armors and weapons while running. By the end of the fourth lap, they’d by having problems to even walk. So the fifth lap would feel like a death march where it really shows who has the willpower needed to see things through completely.

 Still while running, Chalsea seemed to lose track of the growing heat spreading through her body. When the first heavy enchantment took place, she felt a slight gag at the back of her throat, but mostly ignored it. She was usually able to make 5 laps with no troubles by this point… after the first she shouldn’t be having issues, but the issues were there. She just refused to believe them and act upon them.

 [color=f7941d]“Ahh queen Adalia, of course. I had planned to ask the witches deal with the lightning, but they seem to have left so I will have to trouble you with it. The rain though is part of the challenge on this test.” [/color]Chalsea stated as she slowed down running so Adalia could keep up with her and talk without much issues.[color=f7941d]” Yes, I would love to join you after the training session. After the running laps, there will be a few other things needed to be taken care of, but I will see you after that.” [/color]She said with a huge bright happy smile. The nomad couldn’t help it. She just felt happy when she met with Adalia.

 As the queen left, Chalsea couldn’t help herself and followed her disappearing frame as she ran. She was a beautiful attractive woman and Chalsea had already realized she did feel attracted towards her. For first time in forever, she felt truly attracted to someone and not just some mindless need for venting up pent up stress.

 [color=f7941d]“Well time for us to continue these laps then!”[/color] Chalsea shouted as the running continued. With each lap the armors and weapons got heavier until at lap four they were so heavy that the soldiers would feel like they are running with lead on their backs. Their lungs would be burning, head maybe spinning. Some would feel like throwing up while some would be having difficulty keeping up running pace. The rain had also finally settled to a downpour at the running soldiers as the lightnings were redirected away from the giant running group. 

 The most unusual thing that had happened was something that Chalsea’s few men, who were taking part of the training as her helpers, noticed. Her face had turned rather pale. Her walk was getting rather uncertain as she did continue to run and they were starting to have concerns about it. She was not someone to crack under this test just yet. Usually she was like that if she was doing 7 laps, not 5. She had just taken her first steps past the magic heavy enchant field. The mud was making their running difficult, but everyone would come to a halt as suddenly Chalsea who up until now was running on the front suddenly came to a struggling walk then she stopped and dropped her axe.

 Next she brought her arms to her mouth for a moment before she suddenly threw up. She managed to hold for a few moments before she finally took a half step back and fell onto the ground, the raining cleaning her from all the mud and grime from the long run. 

 “GET SOME HEALERS!!!” Some of Chalsea’s men shouted as they dashed to their leader to help.” HER BODY IS BURNING UP!” One said as he barely touched her fore head and brought his fingers away.” Like… REALLY BURNING UP! So much it hurts to touch!” He added, pulling a piece of cloth, letting it get wet in the downpour and placed it on her forehead.” WHERE’S THAT HEALER! Nevermind, tell him we are coming to him! You two help me carry the boss! ALSO GET THE WITCHES!” He shouted as two more of her men came to help carry her.