"No!" Blitz gasped, ducking behind you as a nearby journalist raised his camera to his face. "Hide me!"

He chuckled as he squatted down behind you, wrapping his arms around the top of your legs.

You tried to shake him off, but as the journalist moved closer, he scooped you over his shoulder, still hiding behind you as he carried you off.

"I don't like photos o myself. The lighting is always wrong."