Of the four tests, Jericho felt he was best suited for the physical exam. He stopped before the meter, staring the thing down. His best bet was to use... that FEAR. However, that particular was noticeably... not so reliable. Several times he had used it in spars only to have it backfire in some way or another.

Actually, it usually back fired on him.

"Alright. I can do this. By Tiamat's five heads, I have to do this," he murmured to himself while shifting his wings.

"FAAS los unslaad," he rumbled lowly in a draconic tongue before taking in a deep breath, focusing his FEAR. He could feel it coursing through him as he was calling upon it. The dragon took a couple steps back just so he had room, ignoring everything else that was going on around him. He had to focus, here.

Was he nervous? Yes. But this wasn't just some spar. The school's.. 'life' was on the line here, more or less. It wasn't just for himself, but for all the students who called this place their home. Everyone needed to try and do their part to help save it.

Feeling that he was ready, he held his right hand over his head, channeling his FEAR to the air above it. Slowly, flames began to appear there, swirling about to take on a more solid form. A rather large twenty sided die began to take shape, though it was still engulfed in the flames of creation. He held it there for a moment, where it spun in place. Then, he sent it higher up, where it began to rotate at a quicker pace.

Staring at his target, he gritted his teeth. Then, once he felt he was ready, he brought his hand down, pointing straight at the FEAR meter, in which the flaming dice began to hurtle towards.

The dice meteor was filled with a great amount of raw power. Pouring so much FEAR into it had left Jericho feeling rather drained in fact.

However, he had missed his mark. Instead of striking the meter, Jericho left a small crater into the ground besides it. It was something the dragon soon realized once the dust settled from the powerful impact. He stood there, staring with disbelief. The meter hadn't picked up on anything. Shaking a bit, his wings sagged first before he dropped down to his knees.

He had failed.

HP: 23
Damage: ... Miss