Author’s note: Hmm…where were we now? Oh yeah.
Sweat was trickling down his face. It had nothing to do with the heat. No. But maybe it had something to do with the eleven year old girl screaming at him to punch harder.
This was worse than anything Butler would get him to do. No, this was a nightmare.
“Come on!” shouted Shaadia. “This is super lame! I could do better!’
Punching a bag.
Half an hour doing something totally pointless. How was he supposed to get to Loken’s level of strength?
“LAME!” Shaadia was yelling. “What wrong did I do to get pulled into this mess? Why the heck can’t Foaly train you himself? Do I even care about your girlfriend problems?”
Artemis scowled. (He’d been doing that the whole time anyway) One, because he was still in the armor. Secondly, he didn’t like Shaadia using that G word.
Artemis immediately stopped what he was doing, wringing his hands sloppily. “I give up. Who do you think I am, Rocky Balboa?”
“Not really, but giving up is LAME!” Shaadia sighed. “We’d better get to the shuttle already. You’re never gonna get better than Loken at this rate.”