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“I’m going to pound the living shit out of you” Zeus said staggering to his feet.
“Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time you tried” Magnus with a reasonable imitation of fearlessness. He didn’t really have a new plan and he figured the man would be on guard against his dinosaur prod this time but he wasn’t going to give Zeus the satisfaction of seeing him scared.
“Stuff it Zeus” Aiko said standing in front of Magnus. “You tried to be all big and bad and got outsmarted. That’s got to be what, a daily occurrence for you? Just let it go and focus for once, you want to get rid of this Donald Trump asshole so you can be in charge of the city. Why don’t you concentrate on that?”
Zeus blinked, visibly disconcerted about being addressed so contemptuously but she had a point.
“I guess you’ve been telling them about how I let the Rakshasa distract me and keep me from challenging him. If I had we wouldn’t be in this shitstorm” he said in his basso voice.
“To be fair, we probably still would be but you’d be the one dead” Magnus said helpfully.
Zeus who had been calming down with the aid of a pitcher of dark beer the bartender had wisely brought over for just that purpose now turned red in anger again.
