Milo stayed pressed shoulder to shoulder with Raawhiti, gritting his teeth when his captain pulled again, putting on a sudden burst of speed. Raawhiti must have eyes on the snitch again and Milo swore when he pulled away suddenly, tearing after him. Eyes locked on the snitch, Milo made a gamble, pulling in the opposite directly. If Raawhiti kept on target, he could corral the snitch right into Milo's waiting hands. If the snitch turned however, it was all over...
The snitch didn't turn, like a sheep herded into a paddock, it shot away from Raawhiti and right into Milo's path and he scooped it up with a hoot, raising it above his head. "Too slow! Did you see that, that was genius," Milo beamed, waving the snitch a few more times for good measure before letting it go.