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<span class="mu-i">KKRRR-THUD</span>
Something jumped out from under the desk and pushed the swivel chair back into the wall--
An overpowering <span class="mu-i">odor</span> overwhelmed you. The sounds of barking, slobber flecking across your cheek as a pair of sharp-tipped paws dug into your chest and left you gasping--
You shouted for spores, Florian let them loose--
<span class="mu-i">CRRRSH</span>
A bookshelf fell where Huntington once stood.
The man himself had escaped-- he was running back to his ornate desk. Glass flew everywhere, shreds of paper were strewn about as record after record was torn apart by broken glass casing--
You scrambled to your feet and retreated, on all fours, staring down your opponent, almost slamming up against a wall before jumping to your feet and fleeing towards the door. You pulled on it, yanked the handle-- and realized it was locked.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">RRRR WOOF WOOF</span></span>
You turned around, your eyes racing between the window, and Huntington, and the evil--
The black-furred creature, bound in bone, with eyes like pinpricks, reeking like the stables, baring sharp fangs from an orange snout that held upon it the traces of a torn leather belt around the muzzle and foam around the mouth--
Huntington screamed over the creature's vicious noises-- its heaving, its growling, its constant snarling-- "<span class="mu-i">Why is it</span> that you care so much, Walter? What <span class="mu-i">good</span> does it do you to betray California to your ends? I've seen your general down there, I know his name-- I know all about him, in fact, even more than he would be willing to tell you-- and I know you have no business being in his company, spreading such hatred against the lone bulwark of humankind. Have you no love for your fellow man-- no respect for the sanctity of your compatriots' eternal souls?"
The man was a lunatic. A raving lunatic--
You glanced back down at the creature, still foaming at the mouth. It was-- twitching, paralyzed. It was far enough away to not even be a threat anymore. But you could see in its eyes-- it wasn't going to give up. Every inch of it twitched and raged, screaming to break free, staring daggers into your soul and striking fear into your heart. And you knew this spore couldn't leave an opponent disabled forever.
Huntington continued, even as the demon's snarling hatred for you continued to make itself known. "Have you a <span class="mu-i">spy</span> in my midst? Some kind of double agent? How else would you-- could you-- have known of my being here? My awakening in the early morn, specifically to root out would-be assassins like yourself?"
>Shout back. Try to reason with Huntington, explain yourself-- and hopefully end this without a fight.
>Try the door, again, as hard as you possibly can. Break it if you must. You need to get out of here, fast.
>Write-in.
