"Guys...wait up!"
Raymond panted, his current mage physique made his running speed severely lacking compared to everyone else.
Despite being a perfect human, it only made him more athletic compared to other mages. When compared to warriors, he was still weak and slow.
Feeling his sides burn, he begged them to slow down. Something they reluctantly agreed to.
Until Ellen came up with an idea.
"Why don't we just have one of us carry him so we can all run faster?"
His head snapped towards her, who was conveniently running in front of him so he couldn't see her face.
"No. I refuse to be carried by anyone."
He still had his own pride dammit. He refused to be carried around like a limp sack of flour.
Pointing his wand at himself, he casted a spell. "Fleet-footed."
It would burn through his mana faster, leaving him less to work with over time. But he would rather this then be carried.
