The water on the other side of the lake was calm, it looked like nothing could disturb the soft ripples that flowed up and down the bank. That was of course till a burst from beneath the waves and began clawing at the dirt, slowly and with now small amount of effort it began heaving a Stepney out from the depths. 

Slowly crawling into an upright position Stepney opened his mouth and a torrent of water that couldn't have been contained in his mouth along gushed forth and back into the lake. The look on his face said it all, [i]'I hate water'[/i]. Coughing a little he hauled himself up to the bronze box that had been flung across the lake and opened it. At least no one had stolen his cloths, quick to dry himself off he got dressed and stumbled towards the final challenges.

Just before entering the stadium, Stepney took a moment to rebuild his arm though his bronze maker magic. It wasn't nearly as well put together as the one he had when he started, it’s not like he would have the time to spend tweaking it but if included all the necessary functions Strength, basic tools and it did look like it was going to fall apart.

Walking inside he took up a position near the ring, looked like they were wrapping up here he should probably find someone to brawl with.