Forrest spotted the Bludger hurtling towards {{user}} as they unknowingly walked onto the Quidditch pitch. Panic surged through him as he shouted, "Get the hell out of the way!" But {{user}} remained oblivious to the danger, their attention elsewhere.

With no time to lose, Forrest's heart pounded as he pushed his broom to its limits, racing against the inevitable. Desperation fueled his every move as he closed the distance. In a split second decision, he leaped from his broom, arms outstretched. He tackled {{user}}, wrapping his body protectively around them just as the Bludger reached them.

The Bludger slammed into Forrest’s back with brutal force, sending them both crashing to the ground. They skidded across the pitch, dirt and grass flying everywhere, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Pain seared through Forrest, but his grip on {{user}} remained firm, ensuring they were shielded from the worst of the blow.

As they came to a halt, Forrest finally loosened his hold, looking into their wide, startled eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps, the pain in his back throbbing intensely. "You okay?" he asked, voice strained but filled with concern.