[center][h2][color=chocolate]Connor Bayer[/color][/h2]Interacting: Anyone[/center][hr]

Connor's feet carried him with a speed that would impress anyone that watched. The heat of the setting sun made the extensive effort even worse. His heart was pounding and his lungs were gasping for air by the time he was close to the forest. He had no idea how long the run was, but it wasn't a reasonable distance to make anyone run in under twenty minutes. Regardless, he carried himself with controlled breaths, though while still feeling like he was suffocating. As he passed the short guy that Schulz had sent before him, the kid looked at him and said something, but with the winding whipping against his ears, he couldn't make out the boy's words. He didn't return his gaze, but instead kept running. About ten minutes later, he hit the forest, slamming his right foot in front of himself and sliding across the dirt ground. He touched his palm a tree at the front of the forest, then darted quickly back in the direction of the training grounds. 

The 104th Cadet Corps were all like ants from where he was, and he couldn't hope to make them out. Added to the distance, the falling sun was blazing in his eyes, obstructing him from getting a clear view of the training grounds. He just kept on pushing, hoping he was still running in the right direction. By the time the buildings and cadets were visible, Connor could swear his legs were going to snap from the exhausting effort. He completed the half-marathon just as the sun began to fall behind the buildings. At the pace he had been traveling, he guessed that he'd finished about fifteen minutes behind the other cadet that he'd passed. He reached the middle of the training grounds, still full speed, and attempted to slow himself to a breathable pace. 

As he passed the cafeteria, his step faltered and he tumbled to the ground, the momentum of his sprint sending sliding across the dirt on his back. When the young man slid to a halt in the dirt, he simply laid back and stared up at the red sky. His breaths heaved as he held the world on his shoulders and sweat had completely drenched his shirt. His hair was completely matted to his head with sweat, beads of which slid down his forehead. He breathed in and exhaled an agonized groan that was surely loud enough for all the cadets to hear throughout the training grounds.

He sprawled his arms out to open up his chest to allow himself to breath as he waited for the adrenaline to drain from his legs and return his body to its normal state.