“For Frigg’s sake!” Mallory cursed. “Come on, newbie.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me along. More javelins sailed over my head. “You guys do this every day?” I demanded. “No. Like we told you—Thursdays are dragons.” “But—” “Hey, Beantown, the whole point is to get used to the horrors of battle. You think this is bad? Wait until we actually have to fight at Ragnarok.” “Why am I Beantown? T.J.’s from Boston. Why isn’t he Beantown?” “Because T.J. is slightly less annoying.”
