[Judgment may be little more than a projection, but their injury and the pain emanating from it are both very much real. Nonetheless, the Drifter starts to sprint away with a series of chained dashes, streaking out across the snow and ice. The slippery ground gives them almost no purchase; they skid over it wildly and nearly lose their balance at several points, spotting the ground with dots of their pinkish blood.]
[The back of their neck prickles furiously. The urge to turn around and face the thing down is beyond overwhelming.]
[Perhaps two years ago, they would have chosen to face it down instead.]
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[The back of their neck prickles furiously. The urge to turn around and face the thing down is beyond overwhelming.]
[Perhaps two years ago, they would have chosen to face it down instead.]
[That's not an option anymore.]
[They have to keep running instead.]