"One last sprint, run as fast as you can," Jon shouted and pushed his legs to the limit. His muscles, joints and ligaments screamed, but he ignored them and kept going. It had been a while since he pushed himself to the physical limit, but it felt liberating. He lost track of time for a few moments and stopped to turn around. But Torrhen was nearly seventy yards behind him and could barely move his limbs. Steam was quickly rising in the frosty morning air from his sweaty body. The boy had perseverance at least, so he'd get far.