Azerus stood at the waters edge silently cursing to himself.
His [b]everything[/b] was aching from the last obstacle yet he remained standing tall, to look strong in appearence at least.
It appeared to be an endurance swim, distance over all else.
Azerus boldly stripped down to his underwear, removing any drag and weight his wet clothes might cause.
He did not rush into this challenge, he took his time preparing with stretches and deep breaths.

Azerus was really going to have to pace him self if he was to survive this one. He had no magic left and very little chance of regaining it. No, it was surely going to be a case of slow and steady for him.
This idea hurt more than all his aches, he had a reputation to uphold.
If he went first, the others would notice him fall behind. 
If he went last, he would fall so far behind it would be obvious.
So he was going to take off in the middle, those infront couldn't judge his finish time and hopefully those behind him would be to preoccupied to notice when they do over take him.

He waits for the opportune moment and dives into the water. Swimming with long gentle strides focusing on perfect technique and efficiency above all else.