Quickbar is a Crutch
The wind howled across the plains as the purple clouds gathered and darkened overhead. The mood in our tight nit group was sombre, we knew what the purple clouds represented, and the wind made me feel like a downpour was about to happen.
It was not be rain, it would be a torrent of monsters. While the skins and cores would be welcome, too many was not a good thing.
I ran behind Ailen and Sakaala. "Push it down your legs." I watched as they tried to push their qi. Their progress was slow, painfully slow.
As they pushed, I commentated, using my qi sight, and letting them know what was happening. "Good Ailen, you're almost to the stream in you groin."
He sighed in exasperation. We were running and this exertion from the training would be doubly tiring. And when the wind was in our face it made it much worse.
"I cannot do it," Sakaala said. "It's too tiring. Can't we just run?"
"The quickbar is a crutch," I said.