[The little presence beneath them kicks out, pushing the shade back, their determination pushing the Shepard shadow back, away, just long enough t make space to move, escape.
The mouth, mid-formation, makes a guttural sound, the body, whole, gives chase.
You will not get away.
Gun out, it's shooting again, aim obscured by each oily blur of marred vision.]
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The mouth, mid-formation, makes a guttural sound, the body, whole, gives chase.
You will not get away.
Gun out, it's shooting again, aim obscured by each oily blur of marred vision.]