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Just as DuSSt pulled himself to his feet, a loud scream split the air—the dreaded sound of a Witch. In the chaos, no one had noticed her lurking in the corner, her rage a ticking time bomb.
The Witch charged. DuSSt acted without thinking. He grabbed his last pipe bomb, pulled the pin, and tossed it toward the Witch. The explosion was deafening, sending the Witch into a frenzy, her screech piercing through the room.