Having been caught by surprise by the weight of the backpack, Kal had dropped it the first time, but looking the at little elf girl he realized there was no way she would be able to carry it, with how small and scrawny she was. Shaking his head, he would ignore whatever protests she might put up and just pick up the pack. If she tried to stop him he would just hold the bag high up, keeping her from getting at it. Only when any and all protests died out would he gesture after the others and start walking, backpack slung over his back.
As they hiked their way through the swamp, Kal fending off any attempts from Clove to reclaim her bag, he started reaching the point where even he started feeling the weight of the thing, making him wonder if she had just packed it with rocks and he was at the receiving end of some elaborate prank. He was tempted to hand the bag back to her, only to notice that she seemed even more winded than him. Somehow pleased by that, he smiled and reached for his own carry bag, indenting to pull out the water bottle he had packed. Only to remember that he didn't have it.
"See," he said instead through strained breaths, taking out his frustration by pulling her leg, "shouldn't have tired yourself out jumping around like that." He tried to chuckle, but by now he was breathing pretty hard, and all he managed was a weird sounding wheeze.
That was when they heard the weird sounds, and a moment later a caravan came crashing at the group of padawans. Kal moved on instinct, or at least he tried to. He was so tired that a step was all he could take before his body gave up on him. He toppled forwards, and faceplanted himself in the muddy path they had been following. Somehow that worked in his favor, as the caravan went rolling past, the padawan's body lying flat in the center of its path and somehow avoiding any contact with it as it flews over him.
The backpack though, still on his back, wasn't so lucky, and it got tugged along by the caravan as it went over him. The straps somehow held, and instead of breaking they flipped Kal over backwards and he went flying through the air and landed on his back, or rather the backpack, groaning painfully.
"I'm okay," he said, to no one in particular, trying to get to his feet but lacking the strength to maneuver himself to his feet, and flailing about on his back like a tortoise flipped onto his back.
@LilyNion
Dice Roll for exhaustion: 9/100
Dice Roll for dodge: (18/20) -3 for previous roll fail = 15/20
As they hiked their way through the swamp, Kal fending off any attempts from Clove to reclaim her bag, he started reaching the point where even he started feeling the weight of the thing, making him wonder if she had just packed it with rocks and he was at the receiving end of some elaborate prank. He was tempted to hand the bag back to her, only to notice that she seemed even more winded than him. Somehow pleased by that, he smiled and reached for his own carry bag, indenting to pull out the water bottle he had packed. Only to remember that he didn't have it.
"See," he said instead through strained breaths, taking out his frustration by pulling her leg, "shouldn't have tired yourself out jumping around like that." He tried to chuckle, but by now he was breathing pretty hard, and all he managed was a weird sounding wheeze.
That was when they heard the weird sounds, and a moment later a caravan came crashing at the group of padawans. Kal moved on instinct, or at least he tried to. He was so tired that a step was all he could take before his body gave up on him. He toppled forwards, and faceplanted himself in the muddy path they had been following. Somehow that worked in his favor, as the caravan went rolling past, the padawan's body lying flat in the center of its path and somehow avoiding any contact with it as it flews over him.
The backpack though, still on his back, wasn't so lucky, and it got tugged along by the caravan as it went over him. The straps somehow held, and instead of breaking they flipped Kal over backwards and he went flying through the air and landed on his back, or rather the backpack, groaning painfully.
"I'm okay," he said, to no one in particular, trying to get to his feet but lacking the strength to maneuver himself to his feet, and flailing about on his back like a tortoise flipped onto his back.
@LilyNion
Dice Roll for exhaustion: 9/100
Dice Roll for dodge: (18/20) -3 for previous roll fail = 15/20