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Magic Slays -  Ilona Andrews

..."You like to screw with me, is that it? Saiman, the Russian mage, that merc..."

 

"What merc?"

 

"Bob."

 

I racked my brain. I barely said two words to Bob.

 

....

 

"Would you like me to carry a foot long stick? I can just poke people with it when they get too close."

 

"That's a good idea." He held out his arms. "If you can extend your arm and touch them with the stick, they are too close."

 

"You're insane."