Trick had managed a small burst of speed, but he wasn't convinced he could keep it up for much longer. He had to try, though, for the sake of his pride.
He focused on the muted sound of his hooves against the snow and sand, the familiar rhythm of his gallop. One two, three four. One two, three four. One two, three four...
Over and over again.
He regulated his breathing. It was heavier than he'd liked, despite all the training he had done so far alongside Cynth to improve his speed and endurance.
He let out a laugh. //Give up already!// He gasped out breathlessly, not in anger or exasperation, but in a challenging, sarcastic, and almost playful tone.
(Trick:167+14=181 (AJ's roll))