The first part was extremely easy for him. He often depended on his leg strength and his speed whenever it came to fights and running from trouble and was always a sprinter back in middle school. With the fiery energy he was burning along with his basic strength, hopping from platform to platform, he finished in 4 seconds flat. He immediately ran and grabbed the bar for the salmon ladder with a wide grip and started climbing his way up. He had forgotten his wrists were completely mutilated from the cuffs he had on earlier and couldn't hold back the cry of pain when he felt the skin tearing. He continued nonetheless, getting blood on his sleeves by the time he got to the top. [color=ed1c24][color=ed1c24]"Son of a BITCH that hurt!!"[/color][/color] He lost the confident exterior when he got to the balancing balls. He stopped for only a second of hesitation, since nothing of this sort was part of his daily life, before he decided to just go for it. He panicked when he lost his footing on the third one just as he was about to jump to the fourth. He desperately used anything that his abilities would do for him which made fiery wings sprout from his back only for a moment, enough to go a little farther and reach for the fourth one barely making it. He slipped off not a second later when he hurt his wrists trying to grab on. [color=ed1c24]"NOOO!"[/color] He fell into the water.