Within his breathing interval, the werewolf coughed hard at which he kept on pressing his stomach to lessen the pain. I can see his back moving up and down as he tries to get his breathing under control again. In my nostrils, the fragrance emanating from his green smoke became heavier as it climbed to the surface, slowly suffocating me. I blew my nose and turned away from him, but I didn't lose sight of him or my awareness of his presence. My attention was then drawn to Mario, who appeared a foot away from my back and began coughing in the same manner as this werewolf as soon as...