, bluudud

the sickening chase theme of bluudud blasted in your ears as you were being unfortunately pursued by him. " trickshot! " he exclaimed, pausing to fire a corrupt nature at you. the projectile just barely missed, flying past your head. bluudud let out an audible sigh of frustration. you prayed that a sentinel like shedletsky would come to help with brushing the killer off of you—in fact, you prayed that ANYONE would come help. you were slowly tiring, your stamina draining low. contrastingly, bluudud seemed in perfect condition.