"Don't think this will be the last of us!" the dark magic user screamed at me as he was being pulled into a police car. "We will come for you! We will be there when you shit! We will be there when you sleep! We will be there when—"
"Shut up and get inside," the cop said as he forcefully pushed the man inside. He slammed the door and the only sound we could hear was the pounding of the reinforced glass.
Because there were witnesses and through the power held in my last name, I didn't need to follow the police officer to the station to give a statement.
Although I didn't appreciate being attacked while I was out shopping, it was a good test that helped me gauge where I was in terms of my competence in handling the upcoming dangers.
Before Quentin's training, I probably would've been out of breath and lost miserably if I didn't rely on external factors.
