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incredulously.
    “Among other things. And don’t give me that whole Kung Fu won’t be invented thing. Need I remind you, I’ve spent millennia as an undead mummy. I’ve learned a few things, grasshopper.” Khufu sucked in a deep breath and exhaled through his teeth. “And before you give me another excuse, let me remind you of what I said earlier. We’re outside of time and space right now. We’ll go back to Egypt and only a few moments will have passed. It will be even better because we will appear at Osiris’s temple.”
    “So you weren’t lying about transporting us there?” I asked, gritting my teeth as I mulled over his words. As much as I wanted to be back out there doing something, he had a point. I mean, I’d just gotten thrown three miles by someone who had only hit the air in front of me. To say I was out of my league was an understatement of gigantic proportions.
    Still, anytime we spent here, even if it didn’t count in the real world, was time spent not saving Sekhmet. The thought gnawed at me, making me ache at the idea of purposefully delaying my journey to find her. However, I wouldn’t be able to save her from people like Menes if I didn’t get better and fast. Otherwise, I’d just wind up getting my face caved in and Sekhmet would be trapped forever. No! I couldn’t allow that. I had to get strong enough to save her. I owed her that much.
    “Nope, we’re just taking a little detour for now.” Khufu snapped his fingers, and the portal vanished, leaving us standing there in the abject darkness of the final destination. “Now, are you ready to brawl?”
    I nodded in spite of myself. Werewolves typically didn’t train, but well, I was starting to think that was foolish. Maybe I’d have been able to do more if I was trained. My friend Lillim had taken down gods by herself, and she had told me it was because of her training. That was her people’s whole thing. Even though they were often physically outmatched, they usually won because they trained so hard. Werewolves didn’t do that because, well, we were werewolves. That tactic hadn’t really helped much in my last fight where I’d gotten punched in the face so hard the wind broke my face. It was time to learn a thing or two.
    “Yeah, let’s do this.” I raised my fists and dropped into a fighting stance in front of Khufu, trainer of Muhammad Ali and master of shaolin Kung Fu.
    “Okay,” Khufu replied, studying me as he walked around me in a slow circle. “Firstly, you’ve watched too many movies. Your stance is all wrong.” He kicked my feet out a little bit and adjusted my center of balance with his hands. “This will give you more balance and increase your natural striking speed by shortening the time you need to shift your momentum. When you swing, rotate on the balls of your feet.” He demonstrated.
    I complied, feeling like an idiot, but found to my astonishment he was right. My fist whistled through the air. I did it a few more times before stopping.
    “Why did you stop?” Khufu asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
    “Why is it so hard to breathe?” I asked, my chest already heaving. “Normally, I have pretty good cardio.”
    “The gravity here is a bit stronger than back on Earth for one.” He blew a breath of stale air into my face. “And the air is significantly thinner.”
    “So I’m in the training ground from hell,” I grumbled, suddenly concerned I’d die from lack of oxygen. “Um, what’s next? You have any other surprises?”
    “What’s next is you do that about a thousand more times, then switch to your other hand and do the same thing. I’ll wait, I have infinite time.” Khufu stared at me, and I didn’t get the feeling he was joking.
    “Why so many times?” I asked, throwing another punch and nearly losing my balance in the process. I was already starting to get tired, which was no good at all. I’d thrown what, three punches? How was I going to punch nearly two thousand more