After practicing for a while, Chase seemed to calm down a bit. So he had them run laps around the grass field to loosen up their muscles.
When his colleagues from other classes noticed Chase had some free time to kill, they also made their students run. Then they gathered around him to gossip.
“What just happened? Did you lose in the race?”
“Don’t tell me you did. She’s just a young girl, she’s not even agile on her feet. You’re a retired member of the Inferno Special Forces, with injuries to your arms, but your legs are fine.”
“Chase, spill the beans. What’s the situation? Curious as hell, bro.”
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