" 6 day average?Ok." Ravin thought. "What is the next?" She asked aloud.

"The 8-miler run, up a hill, and back down. This time, it's whoever makes it gets a point, not the first to pass out." Edward said.

"Finally something I'm pretty good at." Ravin said.

"Ready....Go! Go! Go!" Edward shouted.

"Oh goody." Ravin ran just a little slower than a sprint,just to save energy.

Edward ran with the group. "Move like the damn Taliban are firin at ya!" He shouted.

"I would've already gotten killed but ok!" Ravin ran faster.

(lol)

"Move! Move! Move! We're about one mile in!" Edward shouted.

*Meanwhile, back at base*

"Are you sure this is a good idea." Matt said.

"Trust me, I'm accurate enough I won't hit them, I'll just fire around them to scare them." Deadeye said, firing a sniper shot around the group.

"I'm leaving before you kill somebody." Matt said.

Ravin kept running. (And then...pistol fires-not really yet)

"Move, move move!" Edward shouted, The shots began ringing around the group.

"What-is-happening?!" Ravin shouted,nearly getting hit,now she was sprinting.

"Don't worry it's just Deadeye!" Edward said. "If he's having a good day he won't hit ya! But you still may want to run, cause he does occasionally miss!"

"He's probably loving this kind of training." Ravin muttered and pressed herself to go faster.

"He probably isn't using real bullets either, just those darts that stimulate the pain of a real gunshot, which then, I would advise running, because now I gave him that idea, and he's now actually aiming at us." Edward said.

"Ooh yay..." Ravin said sarcastically as she turned around to run up the hill again.