Chapter Thirty Four
Two minutes later everyone is in the weapon room I made. It’s in the basement, and has a target range, every weapon you can possibly imagine, and an obstacle course.
“Grab the weapon of your choice.” My grandma commands.
William goes straight for the guns. I go for the knives. My grandparents clearly don’t need weapons, because their magic is strong enough to conjure weapons during the fight.
“I really hope both of you are versed in how to use these weapons?” My grandma questions.
“I took a training course on knife throwing. I think I’m good.”
“I’ve been shooting since I was seven” William confirms.
“Great. Now both of you prove it.”
I cough. “Excuse me?”
“Prove it. Go to the target range. Artemis, you throw your knives. William, you shoot. If both of you
