Has anyone pointed out you're enjoying this too much? Because if not, let me be the first: you're enjoying this too much.
I am so entirely out of my depth here. My opponents have had terrifying horses and weapons straight out of a pre-Rising Conan comic book, a nightmare heron thing, and oh, that girl with the freaking forest
and a wolf. And for some reason you're excited about the potential of me fighting Harry Dresden, professional wizard.
Because guy with phenomenal cosmic power verse girl with a migraine and the truth isn't an uneven battle at all.
To be fair, the truth is that if they kill me I'll get up again and try to eat them and that if they even come close to me, they risk bringing the zombie apocalypse home with them, which is a pretty compelling argument against not
fighting. To be even more fair, so far it's worked. I've always said the most powerful weapon we have is the truth. Nice to see I was right in a more literal sense than I anticipated.
I just have to win this match and then the next two and get back to Shaun. There's no other acceptable outcome. I have to get home alive before he does something stupid trying to get me back from something a little more believable than multidimensional Mortal Kombat and ends up dead. Or at the very least, I have to get home alive so I can fucking burn the world down for taking him from me. The former is obviously preferable, but I'll settle for the latter if I have to. Either way, I need to beat the overwhelming odds and continue to talk my way past people who could turn me into an extremely infectious smear with very little effort.
Great. No problem.