Arcadius looked behind him at the sound, with the most obvious 'oh fuck'expression that could have possibly been made. His jog turned into a full on sprint, "You're crazy old man!" He shouted, it seemed as if the drill sped up a bit, it probably did.

He ran, toppling more hurdles than he jumped over. After the last hurdle he ran over and set up for the 1/4th lap. The drill consequently changed direction to greet him. Persistent, this drill. He debated using magic to try and destroy it, while he couldn't directly feel a barrier, one was probably there to prevent magic.

He ran down the track, or rather, sprinted as fast as his legs could take him. The drill was so close he could reach out and touch it, he sped up more. "I. Hate. Track." He said between breaths, eventually he reached the end, however he kept running, just in-case that drill decided it wanted to be friends. "Alright old man, I'm done, we good? That it? Call off the drill and the forcefield and turn the sky back on!" Arcadius shouted, nearly out of breath. 

If he ever saw a track field or a drill again, it'd be to soon.