I raced up to Artemis. “What does combing mean?!” She looked at me, “It depends. What happened?” I hurried through explaining what happened with the shelf. “What does this mean?” She started explaining, “Fire was a given with the god key. But it also conforms to your personality. You have a sharp and cold personality and the god key reflected that. Based on what you told me. You are able to control metal and can change its temperature to fit what you need. Like when you heated the metal up so it would melt. Then froze it so it wouldn't burn anyone. Then you simply levitated the sharp pieces wherever you wanted them to go.” I sighed, “I doubt that.” Artemis shrugged, “Fine let's test it.” She grabbed one of the many knives and put it at her wrist. “Hey!” She slowly dragged it upwords cutting into her arm. “Stop that!” She cut deeper. I clenched my fists, “I said stop!” The blade melted. It instantly cooled to room temperature and ran slowly over her arm. She held up her arm. Still dripping blood and liquid metal. “See, I told you.”