After another exiting but not very rewarding game against some chaos team, the Agility Monsters have once more gathered in the locker room...

Ramnah: Ok, boys. Let's talk this through.

Bjerk: Look who's happy to be the only girl in the house again...

Ramnah: You shut up! This is serious. And for the record: I liked Dhuna. And your sister. Not my fault they didn't make it! ... Anyway: We got some serious stuff to talk about. Not only did we lose our two runners in the last games, our winning record is total crap, too.

Brom: Yeah... about the runner part: I spotted this guy in the crowd second last match, the one who threw the ball to Urgosch, you remember? <looks around> I had a chat with him after the match and he might join us.

Urgosch: Man, that was a nice pass!

Ramnah: Interesting... if we ever get enough money again, head coach will be looking forward to meet him for sure. <scratches her neck> Today is not only about re-hiring though...

Groin: You mean a few of us should step back, Ramnah?

Ramnah: That's not up to me. But yeah. That was my thinking.

Bjerk: Bah! Who would actually consider something like that?! Dwarves never give in, never retreat!

Namosz: Well, young fellow... I was actually considering it. My old bones are not a sturdy as they used to be. I'd rather spend my days on the trainer's bench than unconscious in the dugout.

Ungor: <holds his bandaged leg> I t-t-totally get that... but man... I've been watching you... you're in b-b-better condition than ever!

Ramnah: <nods> I bet you'd be a great assistant coach, Namosz. But we can definitely need your muscles on the pitch for a little longer.

Krom: <growls> What about Duewin? Haven't seen much of him so far.

Groin: He certainly tries...

Ramnah: Krom's got a point there. That guy came from a backyard and has no real training as a slayer...

Urgosch: ...but enormous feet!

Namosz: Guess he'd do better as a blocker, especially since he got his back damaged. It's not furious hitting power we need, but some steady assistance on the field. <turns to Nomril> No offense meant, Nomril.

Nomril: <grunts>

Bjerk: Come on guys, what are you doing here? Discussing some fellas future behind their backs?!

Namosz: You're right, Bjerk. Let's better do it face-to-face... <looks at Bjerk thoughtfully>

Bjerk: Eh, what are you looking at? Don't look at me that way, dude!

Ramnah: Well, Bjerk, you haven't been exactly following in your brother's footsteps...

Bjerk: So what?! I've played four games with you guys - four!

Ramnah: And you already managed to get a smashed knee. I'm just saying...

Bjerk: <dismissively> Bah! Talking about injuries: What about Nomril?! And Krom?! Man, those guys have been torn apart...

Krom: <growls> Careful...

Namosz: <puts a hand on Kroms shoulder> Those guys have been proving their value every game.

Bjerk: <furious> I know what this is! You from the "legendary" first squad just put your old filthy beards together and decided to knock back anyone who doesn't follow your agenda! You...

Ramnah: <grasps Bjerk and forces him against the locker room's wall> You shut up now! It's not about young or old, first squad, man or woman...

Namosz: <calmly> It's about being an Agility Monster. Be part of the team and stand out from it. At the same time. That's all.

Brom: <mumbling> Got to practice my leaping skills...