But some silly giant sized pink guy (who has a hitbox the size of Australia) with a flower on his back YANKS them 5 miles away from you.
I mean you could get that pick and then seconds later they get rezzed by a teensie flying chick.
That’s different. I still got my elim. And I can maybe even get another one. Lifeweaver denial feels bad, man. He leaves you blue.