Oleta looked a little concerned, "I dunno... I'm starting to feel a little above my weight class." She sighed, "I had figured that this was going to be a test of physical prowess, and mental acumen, but now..." she looked around at the competitors, "Seems like everybody's got some sort of magical whatsit, or technical doodad, or supervirus, or something... And what do I have? Years of training and survival, and legs that don't quit." She laughed, but her face became a mask of concern again, "But I'm not sure that will cut it any more."