[That's not just ice cracking or strange sounds in the darkness. It's something big, and although Tsuzuki takes a step to match his, it seems to bend and drag them away from each other. Suddenly, he's at arm's length from Ukoku, his shoulder protesting the stretch as he hangs desperately onto the other man's hand. He swallows, and fumbles out an ofuda from his coat with his other hand. It's far too dark to read the calligraphy on any of the paper slips, but his fingers know the sizzle of magic along each one. This is an attack summons.]
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[That's not just ice cracking or strange sounds in the darkness. It's something big, and although Tsuzuki takes a step to match his, it seems to bend and drag them away from each other. Suddenly, he's at arm's length from Ukoku, his shoulder protesting the stretch as he hangs desperately onto the other man's hand. He swallows, and fumbles out an ofuda from his coat with his other hand. It's far too dark to read the calligraphy on any of the paper slips, but his fingers know the sizzle of magic along each one. This is an attack summons.]