Lambo can't take it anymore. He had told them that, and yet they kept pushing him. But Lambo is done now. His limits had been reached. There's nothing he could do.

His legs had turned jelly, his breathing had been ragged and heavy, and his body ached all over. The weight he's carrying on his back served to only assist the gravity in taking him down to the ground. He can't go on anymore. It's just too much.

"I can't anymore..." he panted. "No... more..." he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Taking a quick and deep breath, he tried to make his breathing return to normal.

"This is my life now," he declared when he had enough air to talk. "I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it." Lambo announced.

I-pin suddenly gave a swift kick to his side, eliciting a painful yelp from the Bovino. "Shut up. We've only been hiking for twenty minutes."

He moaned pitifully as he struggled to sit up. "That hurts, I-pin." He whined.

The young martial artist rolled her eyes. "Come on, get up. We've still got another two hours of climbing before we reach our first stop."

Lambo's whining didn't stop until they reached their first stop, earning himself a bruise on his rump from a very annoyed I-pin when they got there.