NOTE: Edited - 26/09/23 Fixed grammar, prose, and dialogue (Gave Saga a kind of hip-hop vibe and personality).
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"Will someone throw a salt grenade and bring these fellows woe!" I heard Helm Grimm rhyme from somewhere on my left.
His flyting cry was answered by his brother Koby, "I've got what you need, don't you worry, bro!" who I think was somewhere to my right. I only knew that because I could see a metal canister about the size of a soda can flying in an arc on my right peripheral. It dropped a few yards ahead of me and right in the middle of a mob of draugr that I was about to run into.
Pressurized vapor burst out in all directions, spraying the draugr in a liquid salt solution that burned their skin as it made contact. The draugr let loose ear-splitting screeches of pain as the salt's purifying nature dealt a critical blow to the undead bastards. Seeing this, I couldn't help but stoke the fire some more. Literally.
