“Kondor stifled a chuckle because he knew what was good for him. The Archers were in no mood to humor a gloating coach. Rather they were all nursing bumps and bruises. Some injuries were worse than others.

After being pressed into a "free" tattoo job, Kondor had gone out and found a match against a foe he knew would give this elf team more than they could handle.

Time after time elves were carted off to the bench as Unacceptable Behavior pummeled them into submission. The final result would have been a slice of humble pie for most teams. Yet the Archers refused their helping and chose to cast the blame elsewhere.

"Kondor," shouted Iondil. "Where did you find that useless wizard? His incompetence is matched only by yours. Seriously, had he zapped that ball carrier somewhere we could have picked up the ball instead of bouncing it to a wight, the score of this game would have reflected the true talent on the field. Not only that but you must not have paid that ref enough. There were three blatant fouls and he only ejected two players."

The other Archers moaned their agreement. Shaking his head he handed Vanaantien a bag of Ice for her knee then proceeded to wrap Kydeth's shoulder. Clearly more pie was needed.
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Thanks for the game Castleman. I will have a rematch sometime.”