The Foul Peak Crawlers: Skaven team in the Kislev Conference of the OWCC League
Match 5, vs Human Western Oblast Raiders Emsk, pre-match meeting

Entry 9 - April 23, 2015

All the rats were waiting for the coach, that was in an unusual lateness.
Fluxake the Scared: "This is weird! I've never seen the coach late!"
Transure the captain: "He told me he has some surprise for all of us, and could be a bit late, don't worry"
"ROOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!"
"What the hell!" said The linerat jumping like two meters ahead, hearing that enormous roar behind him, while all the rats turned freezed in fear to look at the source of that call
The hugest rat they've ever seen was standing there, with the coach near him. The Rat Ogre was nearly three meters tall, with scars everywhere; a bit misshapen, with the right part of the body bigger than the left part, a metal jawbone, five centimetre teeth, plague-spots from head to feet.
The players, cleary scared, moved slowly to stay a bit farer.
Leilond took the speech: "This is The Animal, a little present from my family. I thought we could use a bit more strength in the team"
Stilythe the Ghost was the only one that didn't look scared, but enchanted. His hand approached the Rat Ogre one. Remose the Headspliteter took him by the scruff of the neck, bring him far from the beast
The huge rat emitted some sounds that resembled a talk:
"ME PLAY BLUD BUL!"
"It's wonderfull!! Can I touch him! It's soooooo big!" said Stilythe, with his dreaming eyes, unusually not thinking at the ball
The coach put an hand on the runner shoulder: "I suggest you don't. It's well trained to not attack friendlies, but I need to teach him all you aren't enemy, and it will take some day to be sure he will recognize all you as team mates"
The Gutter Runner was a bit sad, but his eyes didn't leave the big rat, not for a single second
Leilond: "Now, about the match... Humans. This will be an hell of a match. They run faster than dwarf and orcs, but hit nearly as hard as them, and they've the Ogre too, to add more hard to the hard."
"ME IT HART TO!".
The Rat Ogre speech was hardly understandable
Leilond continued: "Yes Mal, yes, we know it. By the way... As I was saying they hit hard, but also have a good pace all over the team. We have to choose wisely where and when to mark players, or we'll end the first half with half the pitch with the apothecary. We have to keep the team moving and hit only when the shot is very clear and the result of a such shot is very important"
The team was very concentrated, except for Stilythe the Ghost that was still trying to go near the Rat Ogre to touch him, while Remose the Headspliteter was keeping him from the scruff ot the neck.
Leilond: "Thus, positioning, patience and lighting shots. If we win, we will be sure to qualify for playoff and have also good chance to take one of the first two placing. If we tie, we still have a little chance for the playoff, but it is really not advisable to take the risk, we NEED a win."
Flee today to fight tomorrow

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