Alright you smucks Grace here and I'm going to tell you my part of the story. (Oh buzz off Fester you'll get your chance to talk!) Now after the choking of Fester at dinner Nothing really happened. Same for after dinner. Well except that Nathen I had practice. Oh yeah I guess my cousin forgot to mention some interesting features about out house. We have a swimming pool, a lab, gym, theatre, a game room, and even an arena. But sadly Nathen and I went to the training room. That's where we learn how to fight incase of emergencies. Right now my cousin and I had decided to practice our sword play. I love swords. Very sharp. Our family that could see stayed and watched us. Nathen went to his and Uncles Mortems side of the room to get fitted. I went and decided to get into a more Spartan fighing style. I heard foot steps behind me as I started to put on my battle clothes. I turned and saw my father smirking deviously. "Ah that's a good fighting style." He commented as I tied my armor to my torso.

"Thanks." I say as I grab a shield and strap it to my left forearm. "So what's the real reason you came over?" I asked playful as he chuckled.

"You always were a smart one." My father said. "I'm over here because I may have accidentally made a bet with one of your uncles."

"Uncle blight or Dicta Fames?" I asked as I sheathed my short bronze sword.

"Mortem." I turned and looked at him.

"I'm not even going to ask what happened. Look I'll beat him okay? He's the one that wanted to fight the daughter of a brutally killer." I smirked just like my father who shook his head.

"Don't let your mother catch you talking like that. She'll have both our heads." I nodded and he walked back over to my cousins and Uncles as I saw Nathen in a leather coat, a white baggy long sleeve, black trousers, and black boots. He had a strap going over his chest which had 2 flintlock pistols and a Dussack Cutlass attached at his waist. He's going for a pirate. Why? I didn't care. So now let me explain how the training room works a bit. It's a giant rectangular room divided into four sections basically mimicking our parents. Uncle Blights was filled with mostly target practice things like bows and arrows. Uncle Dicta fames was more of a spear or staff type of fighting and had a few other weapons like javelins. My father's part was filled with almost every type of blade or gun. He's a big collector of stuff. Uncle mortems was weird since it was just filled with suits and one weapon per suit. In the middle of the room is a large circle with a 20 foot radius. On the outskirts of the circle are chairs and other things to sit on. The circle also has a giant bullet proof dome to contain damage. So I had entered from my side as Nathen from his side.

"Go Grace!" I heard a few of my cousins say since they weren't exactly happy with him wanting to bring a human here. Uncle Mortem stayed silent as he watched Nathen. For some reason even Percy was routing me on. Then with a click the dome sealed itself as me and Nathen got into our stances. I was leaned forward with my sword out and my shield in front of my torso mainly. Nathen had his Dussack Cutlass in his right had held over his head as left was pointed at me. Then the A.I. came on and started to talk.

"Match Between Mortem and Bellum shall now start in 3," I breathed in closing my eyes, "2," I opened my eyes holding my breathe, "1," I look directly at Nathen, "fight." I yell loudly as I charge at him as he stood there still. As I got a foot away from him he rolled to my right and slashed his Cutlass at me while getting in a kneeling position. I barely had time to react as I turned my body using my shield to block him. I then swung my sword downwards towards his head. He effortlessly blocked my swing and pushed me back as he stood up and watched me again.

"Well aren't you going to attack me?" He asked emotionless. I glared back at him. I started to thrust at him a bit trying to break his stance only for him to parley my attack and kicked my stomach causing me to groan while going to my knee. I realized then that he was probably trying to use my heavy armor and shield against me. So I smirked and threw my shield Captain America style as he goes wide eye ducking under it. I jump up and charge him again. Instead of trying to get up he sat up pulling one of the flintlock pistols. I tried stabbing his stomach, but only received the sound of metal against the ground and the clicking of a flintlock being cocked. I turned and looked at him as the barrel was inches from my face. Before I could react then a metal ball hit my face hard and sent me on my back.

"Winner. Nathen mortem. Ratios of wins to lose updated. 29:1." The A.I. said as I rubbed the place where the fake flintlock ball made contact on my face.

"You almost had me a few times there." Nathen said still emotionless while he put his flintlock away and offered me his hand.

"Nah I think I had you almost a lot." I say laughing a bit as my competitive nature subsided. I grabbed his hand and was pulled up. "Good fight." He nods and turns to his sectiom of the room. "Wait why did you want to fight in the first place anyway?" I asked as he stopped and turned to look at me.

"I didn't want to. You did." He said before turning and continuing to his section.

"What the heck is that suppose to mean?" I say holding my arms up.