this match had been nothing short of stressful. having taken first kite, you were doing rather well at keeping the hunter contained, focused on you and only you.

however, you had gotten a bit slow once you had been hit. staggering and ignoring the pain, the hunter began to gain.

but of course, your hawk-eyed boyfriend had been following you. lassoing you up and into his arms, he’s rather quick to scamper off with you.

“hey, darlin’.” he coos to you, smiling.