[After a prolonged amount of time of this, he promptly turns and goes tearing off along the coast, hoping he either loses his pursuer or that they're forced into revealing their general location. Either way, Rotblade is secretly having fun screwing around with whomever it is tailing him.]
[His black cape flutters out behind him and he's pounding into the sand, but he's still reasonably fleet of foot despite factors that should be slowing him down.]