"It'll be a piece of cake, with my High Elf training, the green skins won't stand a chance!" Tenqchicc boasted.

"That's Stegadon-shit, Tenqchicc! You've never left the Southlands! I've half a mind to come over there..."

Leaning against the wall, off in a corner, Xlboq began to tune out the bickering of his teammates. His thoughts were elsewhere, thinking about the strange new coach the Mage-priests had chosen for the the Oracles. Xlboq was worried, why a human? What had those strange mammals ever done that was good for Lizardfolk? How could one of them possibly understand Lizard tactics? This prophecy was supposed to be important, but it didn't mention anything about who was supposed to coach the Oracles. Xlboq just didn't want to be made a fool of because some primate thought he knew how Skinks play Blood Bowl.

Before Xlboq could dwell on it further, the door creaked open and in walked a Skink bearing markings from the Academy, and behind him, the tall, puffy, awkward form of a human. The Academy Skink spoke, "Glorious Oracles! Your coach is here, may he lead you to victory!" The human gave an awkward wave, and bared his teeth at the assembled Skinks and Kroxigors.

"This fleshy weakling!? He knows nothing of our kind! This is an outrage!!" Xlatec bellowed. The human cleared his throat and began making noises Xlboq could not understand. Luckily, the Academy Skink could translate. "He says he is honored to be here and looks forward to many victories together!" The Academy Skink glanced downward as he spoke the coaches words.

"Whatever, we'll be fine with or without his help, let's get on the pitch!" Garkrox shouted, and led the Lizards out the door.


That's all for today, stay tuned for more!