Had it been merely just a six mile run, it’d be more bearable. He let out a girlish shriek and jumped to the side as a long pole swung out from under nearby bushes, triggered by an unknown mechanism and intended to trip recruits. He had fallen for that trap many times before and was not keen on doing so again. When he finally made the six mile run, he was all but ready to collapse on the spot. Most ponies would to be, but there was to be no rest for the wicked.