One time when I was ten, I was at a barbeque with my mum. One guy had a bit too much beer and started doing some sort of...karate routine? I didn't even know what it was supposed to be, but I went to check it out anyway. All I heard was a yell of "BEGONE DEMON CHILD" before getting karate chopped right in the face. I found the guy the next morning, sleeping on a roundabout.

How did he know I was a demon? He's a wizard