I finally got a spark from the flint, and ignited the pool of oil. Well, technically the fumes it was giving off, but still.
It created a barrier between me and the Beast, which reared back and snarled at the fire. As I finally got a good look at the werewolf that killed the rest of my travelling party, it suddenly transformed into the girl we rescued that morning.
Before I could speak, she took a flying leap and used a chandelier to swing over the fire, right into my favorite getaway distraction dust.
Well, technically, silver nitrate, but still.
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