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Ugh—him.

That blue-haired sentinel.

Always showing up at the worst times, just when victory was within reach, just when you could taste it.

Then boom—he’d dart into view like some self-righteous mosquito, buzzing around and ruining everything.

Kiting, looping, stalling—it was all standard survivor nonsense, sure, but the way he did it? Infuriating.

Like he was born to waste your time.

And those punches? They weren’t just a slap on the wrist. No, they hurt.

Worse, he didn’t even seem to care if he made it out alive, so long as the others did.

Throwing himself in the way, dragging attention off someone else—like some heroic idiot.

It made your job harder. Sloppier.

Still… flies like him?

Annoying, yeah. But predictable.

All it took was a bit of patience.

A feint here, a trap there—and eventually, even the most stubborn fly ends up crushed.