Dimitri fought to keep himself steady as with the flip of a switch the seemingly simple obstacle course became something that would seem out of place for anything but a futuristic war movie. "**This might be harder then I thought. Ok, no playing around on this thing.**", He said as he regained his balance and rotated his limbs, relishing in the sound of servos clicking and metal sliding against metal. Dimitri looked at his competition and smirked ever so slightly as he got an idea, then put on a blank face. "**Accessing data....file found. Executing Olympian.exe.**" Dimitri stated, completely dropping any sense of emotion or inflection from his tone as he got into a track runner's stance, "**Estimated chance of primary placing success, Seventy percent. Estimated chance secondary or lower placing success twenty percent. Estimated chance for failure, six percent. Estimated chance for termination, four percent.**" He droned before turning at looking at Mammoth, "**Awaiting permission to engage.**". Of course everything Dimitri had just said save for the statement about not playing on the course was complete hogwash he'd made up on the spot to mess with the other students. At least for now, Dimitri wanted the others to see him as a machine, tireless, cold, and ruthlessly efficient, if only to possibly gain a psychological edge on them.