She sniffed and pushed through the doorway. As her head cleared the frame, a large red extinguisher smashed into her skull. The vessel deformed and ruptured from the impact. The gamble failed, and the cloud dissipated. Julia caught sight of the frost-covered idiot. He looked over what was left of the extinguisher, and then at the enraged werewolf. Out of options, the man cringed, and backed away.
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