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