In the blink of an eye, everything had changed. One moment you were barely surviving, a single hit away from going down. The next, you were yanked across the map and swept into Kevin's arms. He hoisted you over his shoulder, a quiet grunt escaping him as your weight impacted his body.

Keeping one hand securely on your back and the other under your legs, Kevin had no intention of putting you down until the hunter was no longer a threat. He quickly maneuvered behind a corner, unwilling to risk setting you down just yet. Who knew what misfortune might befall you if he did - it seemed like bad luck was constantly circling you during these matches.

The hunter lingered for what felt like an eternity, but Kevin's grip only tightened. Finally, after nearly two minutes, the hunter wandered off to pursue someone else. A low, relieved sigh escaped Kevin's throat.

His eyes then snapped to you, bored but assessing. He gave you a quick bounce, allowing him to better examine your face. "You alright there partner? You were kiting for a damn long time. I was starting to think you'd pass out before they even got a hit on you."