If You Must Use Your Hands, Use

Blessed Are Those Who, In The Face Of Death, Think Only About The Front Sight.

Know What Is Behind You, And Pay Particular Attention To Anything Out Of Place.

It May Be That There Is Such A Thing As Racial Memory, And It Is Supported By The Undeniable Observation That The Goblins Will Get You If You Don't Watch Out.

If You Must Use Your Hands, Use Them With All The Strength You Possess... If You Choose To Strike, By All Means Strike Hard.

Safety Is Something That Happens Between Your Ears, Not Something You Hold In Your Hands.