Yuri claws his way through what's left of the door, shuddering and groaning as silver scrapes over his fur and burns his paw pads. He bounds as quickly as he can down the hall to get past it, but stumbles back to a walk before he reaches the final barrier. This one doesn't have as much silver on it -- the hope was that he'd never make it past the first, let alone the second -- but he stops for a few moments, gathering his strength. This time he doesn't approach it slowly, but abruptly charges the door and rams it, wood splintering and silver searing heat into his skin. He doesn't make it all the way through the door on that first attempt, but has to drag himself through to where he can stand, panting, on the other side.