“Big guy like that going to town on you,” I growled. “Someone needs to push his face in.” Her eyes glittered as she gave me a sharp look. “Dresden…when, exactly, am I going to fight someone my size and strength?” “Um.” “If you want to wrestle hostile mooses—” “Moose,” Butters corrected absently. “Singular and plural, same word.” “Gorillas,” Murphy continued, hardly breaking stride, “then the best way to train for it is by wrestling slightly less hostile gorillas. Skaldi’s two hundred pounds heavier than me, almost two feet taller, and he has going on two millennium—” “Millennia,” Butters said.
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