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"What's a better bargaining chip than a lead-pipe to the shins?" Viktor's question was as serious as it was a joke. He let her talk, taking another cookie, and considered the theatrics-over-stupidity risk with her ideas. "You know the mace Wildlife and Game officials are given in Alaska? It's used to ward off grizzly bears. It will kill a man at twenty feet. Or... well, it'll make him comatose from pain. Imagine a werewolf getting a blast from that." He chuckled, thinking of a time he'd taken a girl's perfume on an "Extended trip" in the mountains around the school. Stupid bitch shouldn't've been spraying perfume when we're fighting monsters that track by smell. She cried about how expensive it was the whole way back...
"We could always try tying him between two horses and race to the rendezvous. However gets there fasted brings in the biggest half of Sorcerer."