He was left alone with his own thoughts in the gloomy atmosphere of the locker room. The sweaty smell around, mixed with some blood and the strong scent of the Bugman’s XXX filled his senses.

The noise from the fans above after watching the first half blood bath. The casual cry from the apotheke. Some bones have to be repaired… or sawed… May be he is guilty for some of those cries. And some of those bones… He looks into himself when the thought crosses his mind. No guilt. No remorse.

Deep breathing. Helps focusing. He needs to focus. He knows he should not carry the team over his shoulders. But he does. Can´t help it. Some fans keep yelling. He can clearly hear his name summoned by the fans both his fans and the opponent fans...

How long was the road… from slavery to hero of the people. Noone knows about his origins. It makes no sense to let others know. But he can remember the salt mines near San Luis. The hard work, the whip, the salt all over his body, the misery, the hunger, the dirt… But among all these, the sea breeze and the will to flee away… They say there are no slaves in Estalia… Idiots!

First time he spilled blood was on his way out the mines… Chased from then on. Every day. Survival was the only aim. Focusing helped. As does today. He crossed the Bilbali citywall and felt safe from slavers. But a big city is no place for soft hearted. He needed to fight for money, for food, for sunlight, for a place in a dirty floor to try to sleep. Yes, he was jailed several times. What else can you do to survive when you are a squalid beggar?

Prison taught several lessons. Hit first. Hit hard. Hit harder. Be the hardest hitter. Always stand up again. As soon as possible. There is no mercy in the world. Do not show it.

Funny enough, seems it is the same the DLE teams are looking for. He did not choose to go to the cast. Someone decided all “prisoners” should present themselves as punching bags for the actual casters… He focused and he used the lessons. He was the hardest hitter that evening… A woman among the authorities, later to be known as Anna Auzmendi, owner of the Rangers, smiled at him after every knocked opponent. At the end of the day, only Ajona and himself stood. And they were hired. He was even released from prison

When Félix came to his mind, he smiled. He is simply too good boy. Always good humour. Always smiling. Always amending deeds between mates. Yes. He is the true “captain” of the team. The “concrete for the building”. But fans do not appreciate that. They only like blood. And thus, Marketing department selected him as local hero.

He did so well that the team has become to be known as the Butchers. He does not mind a bit. Rangers was not a big name anyway. Yes, the Rangers are known as the Butchers. If that helps scaring opponent hearts, it is acceptable to him.

He finally stands. Tense muscles. He wears the new skulled helmet. "Beware out there in the pitch… I am coming…"