The boy smirked. "As long as you remember." He started walking across the beam, testing out how sturdy it was. At least this facility had good equipment. A few steps in, he started a short series of simple cartwheels, ending the third at the end of the beam and bending backwards to rest his hands against it. As soon as he had them in place, he kicked his feet up and began walking backwards a few steps on his hands, a low mumble barely sounding from behind gritted teeth. "Non cade..." (Don't fall...) Walking on his hands was one thing, but going backwards with limited space always took extra focus. After making it about halfway back across the beam, Felice finally let his feet touch down again before taking out the batons again. 

With the unlit batons in hand, he started spinning them again as he backed up to the end of the beam he had started at, breaking into a run and jumping into a forward flip about halfway through. Landing in a crouch at the other end, he looked over at Vlad again. "The bars, too?"