It only took one look at those glistening fangs to dissuade you from a frontal ****. Those tranquilizers might be potent, but it hardly seems worth the risk of braving the scaly monstrosity's ****.
At least the haze filling the room might provide some form of cover, for you to make your daring escape. The hardest part would be getting past those claws, still coated with the fresh blood of it's latest victim.
With only seconds to formulate that flimsy plan, you take a deep breath before charging forth, attempting to duck past the creature, with hopes of hurtling free into the hazy corridor beyond. After all, you are fast, and that big brute seems slightly clumsy. Perhaps there's a chance after all?
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