Gizmo would grumble without any real heat at Jinny’s words. He didn’t like them, but was far too intelligent to not recognize the truth in them. “Damn it all.”

At some point Slade had left, once again with only bare minimum for manners. Though Jinny’s grade was posted along with his parting. ‘B. Skill with throwing weapon’s is notable. But you are pulling your shots too far before the recoil in regards to firearms.’

Gizmo would regard Jinny’s grade with narrowed eyes, something about it not lining up with him. But he seemed to decided against asking. Instead, he would ask something else. “He’s the guy with the eye patch, isn’t he?” Though it was stated more than asked. There would be a moment before he shrugged off that personal revelation. 

“Mammoth is going to be happy; I’m finally going to take him up on his offers to hit the gym.” He would mutter to himself as he went back to shooting. Though it was somewhat clear that he was distracted, his accuracy wasn’t dropping but he was taking more time between shots.

After a while more. Slade’s voice would cut across the chatter and gunfire. “I have concluded with all the fire arms testing. You have a few minutes to pack up your chosen weapons, they are yours. Failure to bring them to class when they are required will result in docking of grade and inability to participate until you retrieve them.”

As he spoke the firing range would fold away into the floor leaving them once again with the large padded area that had been in place when they first arrived.

“We have the final test for today, once you have been examined you are free to leave.” He would move to the center of the padded area as he continued to speak. “The test is quite simple. Last as long as you can in a spar with me. Hand to hand only. Being down for a five count, or being forced off the mat both signal the end of your test.”

That declaration sent a wave of mutters though out the class, most of the students wary or resigned to this announcement. With the exceptions being Gizmo, who looked unsurprised. and the Twins, who looked excited.

“If anyone wants to step forward to undertake the test early you are freed to do so, otherwise I will be calling you up in alphabetical order. And anyone who fails to come forward for this testing will automatically be failed for all of today’s tests. Regardless of what scores I’ve given out already.” Jinny could hear the soft sadistic glee in her father voice as he laid out that last bit of information. “You’ve had your chance to back out, now it’s too late. You have three minutes before the last test is open.”

“Figures” Gizmo would say with a sigh as he started to disassemble his guns. “Think he’d appreciate it more if I just threw the first time, he knocks me down. Or if I just walked out of bounds the moment it started more?” He’d ask. “Save us both the time, either way.