She sniffed and pushed through the door. As her head cleared the door a large red extinguisher smashed into her skull, deformed and ruptured. The gamble failed, the cloud quickly dissipated, and she caught sight of the frost-covered idiot. He looked at what was left of the extinguisher, and then at the enraged werewolf, cringed, and backed away.
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