Chase the Singed

Let’s play us a game, I’ll laugh and you’ll chase.

Psychological warfare, I’ll taunt your disgrace.

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How’d that taste?

As poison seeps into your lungs, you’re stuck in my trail.

As I run round and round drop the goo then fling: You’re a snail.

I’m the boot. Grind your health down for loot; as insanity potion makes your attacks a giggle.

Driving you bonkers with this sick-mad fifth skill

Bolder than bold, I’ll run through your team and you’ll chase. Until you all run out of breath

So singularly pleased at causing my death

But as I greyscreen all I’m typing is ‘Plz’

Cause my team’s at the dragon, call me the Singed police.