[Null runs for a solid ten minutes, his pace never slowing for an instant. Finally, he returns to the tree, kicking his own legs out from under himself and falling to the ground in front of the medic. He rolls onto his side and pants heavily, successfully spent as he allows himself to close his eyes and allow himself a moment's rest.]

[His body is sweaty and sticky, the cool ground beneath him feels relaxing against his warm flesh. His usually paled skin is flushed red from exhaustion, his pulse still elevated from his mad dash. His usual training methods are much different; more controlled, a steady pace allowing himself to exercise every part of both his mind and body. Running about as he was moments ago was certainly a drastic deviation from his usual schedule but definitely a much needed release.]