[@Eklispe] Arcadius smirked, it appeared even the taskmasters under-estimated his physical ability. With a wave of his hand and a lowly mumbled chant his Grimorie poofed out of exsistance. He took his robe off and neatly folded it and placed it on a bench. Underneath he had on a white sleeveless tunic and baggy pants. He had a slim muscular athletic build. After doing a few stretches he was ready. "Shot-put first." He told the 'Coach'. He picked up the ball, eight pounds, light as a feather compared to his Grimorie. He set up alongside a few of the 'extras' tossing theirs, some landing pitifully at their feet. He chuckled lowly, "Very nice of the school to under-estimate me once again." He spoke.

He'd never really tried shot-put before, but it looked as simple as an over handed push. He shrugged and tossed the ball, of which was sent hurdling through the air. [i]Thank you for making the Grimorie so heavy..[/i] he thought to himself. He simply stood, watching the hunk of metal fly.