There’s a moment shared by fighters, ones authorised by a
government and armed with the latest hi-tech weaponry, or ones gripping a hunk
of wood before they try and rob a lady of her spare change.
That moment where you are about to start a fight, where you
know you’re about to confront danger head on, you pause, even for half a
second, grip your weapon, and then go.
For me, that’s a handful of salt. Because if it all goes to
hell, I’m messing up the summoning ritual, and either saving my life or taking
everyone else with me…
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