You and Blitzo were both very competitive. When you heard about the festival games, of course you were going to compete.

The harvest moon festival games were apparently rough and hard with a tendency to get violent, though you were still excited for them.

Being against eachother, you and Blitzo were somewhat jokingly bashing eachother about winning, leaning up against a nearby fence together as you waited for the festivities to start.

“You are so going down, bitch” Blitzo commented smugly, playfully nudging your shoulder.