“Kondor was frankly relieved to see Coach C98 accompany the heavy lifting ogres to the field and headed to the opposing sideline for a chat.

He did not mince words. “I’ve got to know. What happened after the match between the Titans and the Archers. In fact I’d like to know what had happened prior to the match.”

C98 looked at him. “Brother, you just would not understand. I don’t even know where to begin. I would say I’m never doing that again. In fact I never imagined doing what we did, and I have a fertile imagination. But to be honest I might just end up doing it again. I just don’t know if this old body could handle it. It went on and on, over and over, and then there were the tomatoes, badgers, and scrub brushes. I really freaked out when sprites and goblins showed up. I have the scars to prove it. No. I’d say I’m never doing that again but I might be lying.”

Kondor was terrified and intrigued. “Tomatoes?”

“I can’t say any more. If it got out I think I would be ostracized.” Said C98.

Kondor could not let it go. “I don’t understand. Tomatoes…..?”

“That is correct. TOMATOES! I’ve already said too much. But from now on you can pay me in tomatoes when you lose a match. Now that is the last I am saying about it.”

“Sprites and goblins…?” said Kondor absently.

C98 huffed angrily and left Kondor where he stood who then went back to the Archer sideline for the match.

The match itself turned out to be one for the ages. Elves were sent to injured dugout as if they were snotlings, and Revwe treated the snotlings like snotling. She terrorized the runts injuring five of them in an epic performance.

Prince Moranion even showed up to the game only to be carted off the field almost as soon as he arrived.

In the closing moments of the game, Eastwood decided he had seen enough carnage among the runts and decided to set Revwe straight. Today she would acknowledge his existence. The blow was a bit more than he intended. She went down face first and for a long while she did not move. Only a light groan proved she was not dead.

Corbis reached the field with his medical bag but knew immediately this was not something he was prepared to deal with. The medical unit carted her to the locker room to the cheers of the fans with Corbis following closely behind.

The final horn sounded with the score 2-2 but the Archers were more worried about their team captain than the score.

In the center of the locker room Revwe lay prone on a gurney. The stoic look from the gnome at her side conveyed the clear message that the situation was critical. He announced to everyone. “Broken neck. Her legs aren’t going to work right again.”

Everyone in the room had seen it before, but this was Revwe. One by one they chatted with her and encouraged her to keep her spirits up and then they left her in the care of Corbis. Kondor sat silently in a chair on the other side of the room struggling with his own internal daemons and staring at the broken body of his chief rival.

Revwe looked at Corbis thinking they were alone. “End this. End this now.” She said. “You’ve done it before on the field, but now I tell you do end this now.”

Corbis hesitated as Kondor silently watched. At last he took a scalpel from his satchel and placed it in her hand. “Not at my hand. I won’t do it.”

She nodded understandingly but before she could move Kondor’s voice came quietly from the distance. “No. Stop her Corbis.”

Without hesitation the gnome grabbed her hand preventing and pulled the blade from it.

“Kondor?” stated Revwe, and then with understandable vitriol. “Kondor! Now you are going to do something? Now you are going to gloat? Is this how you get even? You would deny me this? Do you want to see me go through an elven life time like this? You coward! You heartless creature! You HUMAN!!!”

Kondor walked over and looked down at her on the gurney full of anger and frustration. One by one he pointed at the tattoos on his body. Then in a flat menacing tone he spoke. “You gave me these. You made me the poster boy for the Archers and put me up for open scorn. You have led the Archer Kill Team and collected an untold number of heads. Seven bounties on the field if my count is correct.”

For once Revwe showed a hint of surprise.

Kondor continued. “Yes I know about the Kill Team. If I am heartless then yours is black and rotten. I have waited a long time for this moment, and I knew it would arrive if I was patient. I knew you would either end up like this or dead. I actually think this is preferable. Revwe Larereta, I… OWN …YOU.”

Kondor ran his hand through Revwe’s auburn hair, and the emotion that crossed the elf’s face was another new one. It was a hint of fear.

She shuddered, then composed herself and tried to talk her way out of it.
“Kondor, be reasonable. You have made several fortunes as coach of the Archers.”

Kondor scoffed at her feeble attempt. “Don’t worry. You are correct. You have made several fortunes for me. That is not what I want. I can buy as much elf flesh as I desire in the brothels of the Avelon Violet District. In that aspect you do not interest me. No Revwe. I am going to heal you and put you back on the blood bowl pitch to suffer and hopefully die eventually.”

Revwe looked confused.

“Long ago.” Said Kondor. “Long ago a coach named Christer gifted me with a draught that he said would cure any ailment, injury, or disease. It is priceless, and I have carefully guarded it in case I ever needed it for myself. I was advised that it was meant for me and if anyone else used it they would lose some of their free will. That I would have a measure of control over them.”

Kondor grabbed the hapless and now terrified elf by the jaw. “After today, you will do nothing to harm me and everything to protect me. You will do nothing to harm yourself. You will maintain the façade of our rivalry but you will pay me 90 percent of your bounties.”

Revwe forced her head to one side and blurted “Death is better.”

“That is not your option. I OWN YOU.” Said Kondor and he forced the liquid content of the potion down her throat. Then turned and walked to the door. “Make sure you are at practice tomorrow Revwe.”

“Yes sir.” She stated and pushed herself into a seated position.
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