"You see this?" Lars motioned towards Clyde who was on his stomach, push-up position. He was resting the weight of his leg on his back by holding him down with his foot. "This is what happens when you disrespect your superiors and disobey the rules."
The cadets murmured amongst themselves. They couldn't believe that someone was already caught not following the rules in the presence of the commander.
"Alright! Thirty push-ups! Go!"
Clyde was able to sustain ten push-ups with no problem. However, by the fifteenth push-up, he began to crumble as he felt Lars' foot push into his spine. He let out a quick sharp yelp as he instantly fell to the floor.
"What's the matter, big guy? It's only thirty," he mocked towards the young man.
Clyde could only manage an irritated grunt as he regained his composure. He began doing his push-ups again. However, by the fourth push-up, he crumbled to the ground once again.
"Pathetic," Lars kicked him over on his side as a sly smirk appeared across his face , causing the boy to crumple in pain.
"Asshole," he muttered underneath his breath as he slowly rose to his feet.