It was horrible, tragic, stupid even! Stepney paced angrily back and forth at the lakes edge having thrown the remains of his metal hand into said lake, [color=fdc68a]"Endurance my ass!” [/color] the blond man grumbled to himself.

To the metal mage, water was good for nothing except keeping hydrated, it’s not like he could just build a bridge... well he could but that didn't feel like it was the spirit of the games. He could swim; just not very well and his arm weighed him down more than it helped propel him through the water [color=fdc68a]“well nothing for it I guess”[/color] he sighed sadly having concluded his little spat. 

Stepney threw aside his jacket, waistcoat, shirt and started fiddling with the shoulder joint that kept the arm attached to him. With a hiss and thud the large metal contraption fell from his side and embedded itself in the dirt before evaporating. Throwing all his cloths into a bronze box he sealed the top that combined with another contraption designed to fling said box over the lake should keep his gear dry while he failed across the water. Making a motion as if to wind-up his non-existent arm he made his way slowly into the cold and unforgiving lake, he began to slowly paddle. 

This was going to be a long one.