Still squatting and counting under his breath, Ioannis laughed loudly as the Spanish counterpart fell down after the impossible exercise. "That's all you got? I think you got a lower life expectancy than a fish in a pool of molten steel! You're going to keep doing it until you make it." With that, the Lance-Coporal had thought of something to make Kornyk's life a bit worse too without getting a fireball flung at him. "'ere, you! Yeah you the Crimean lad. Get over here. You're going to watch him do it and every time he fails you're going to add the amount he didn't finish to some more push-ups he has to do after he's done this drill. You hear me? Good...." He said, grinning. This would shift some peer-hate on the magician, even if he wasn't responsible for what was going on. Smug and self-satisfied, Ioannis walked off to the next bunch. 

Whistling nastily, the Varangoi stamped off to von Nyon and Paulus. "What's a German doing so far from home, and on the side that's probably going to be enemy to his homeland, [i]hmmmmm[/i]? Not a [b]spy[/b], are you?" The question was raised with much obvious malice despite the smile on the man's mouth. "Do you bleed the same red blood as everyone else? Perhaps I ought to make you two show a bit of unarmed expertise, yes?" A quick look at a watch retrieved from the man's pocket made him groan and then look back up. "Maybe later, I've got something faster. Put on your riding boots, perform two-hundred squats and then run a backwards mile. Then do a hundred more squats, and run back normally without the riding boots. [i]If you don't trip I'll be bloody well impressed.[/i]" With that, he made a hand motion to say "now."