When you don't have any mace, the AXE will have to do...

You struggle to your feet and head to the doorway. "Right there, you see the screws on the edge?" You point to the medicine cabinet, hoping to divert her gaze as your other hand reaches into the jacket pocket. As she moves to your side, you whip the can in her face and spray into her eyes.

McKenzie shrieks and raises the gun, which in spite of the silencer pops about as loudly as a party balloon as she repeatedly fires blindly. You backpedal into the bathroom, trying to stay out of the line of fire as bullets smack into the walls and shatter your mirror, but there's a louder "Pa-PING" as one of her shots blasts the can from your hand. You tumble into the bathtub, your right hand stinging intensely. You feel what you first think is blood running down your arm, but see that while you're bleeding from a smalll gash on your palm, the liquid running down your arm is clear -- contents of the can lying burst on the bathroom floor.

McKenzie's shrieking ebbs as she runs out of breath, and falls to her knees, gasping. The gun, slide locked open and magazine empty, drops from her hand. She slumps against the doorjam and fixes her red, teary, but still deep violet eyes on you as she struggles for breath.