| [Nov. 11th, 2008|12:30 am] |
"What don't they talk about?" Ginta laughed and swung to a stop on a high branch. He pulled out his map and compass, and looked for landmarks. Nearly to the ford at High Tiger Creek, which meant they needed to correct thirty degrees to the east if they wanted to make it to the next checkpoint following the trail Intel had mapped out for them. And given this particular mission, there was no reason not to. He pointed out their direction with a short bob of his masked head, pleased when Kotetsu led off immediately.
"They say you like to spar until you get yourself skewered and the medics take you off missions for several days. Bets are even whether you're being clever and lazy, or stupid and have a death wish." He laughed and picked up his pace a little to catch up to Kotetsu. "I'm guessing it's the laziness thing, since so far you aren't acting like someone stupid enough to get run through during a spar by accident."
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