“"So, underworld scum aye. Should be interesting. By Khaine's whit they look like nothing more than carrion", Baal observed.
"Don't be passive with these scum my lord. You're right, they are nothing more than godless carrion and are below us but they have tricks and could upset our game", Kalzigar commented.
The ball was set for kick off, Anknon took carefull aim. Baal observed the lineup carefully. 2 definitely looked larger and crude unkempt claws caked in filfth were visible all along the line.
"Bet they have to be spoon-fed, or do they just spike their maggots", grinned Bonesinger. It did raise snorts of laughter but all were deadly serious.
The ball was placed well, throwing the skaven off. The ball was popped and Elan scored quickly. The crowd, mostly rat-scum didn't like it. Small fights broke out, most amongst the skaven crowd.
"Well it's half-time, Lissa, are you ok", she had narrowly avoided choking on her tongue from a block by the ogre, if it wasn't for the Corin the apothecary she would have surely died, but he was now out of equipment and could be no further use.
The 2nd half started well with a quick td by Lissa, fully recovered, but the damage was starting to tell. Loreliian was seriously injured again this time getting his hand smashed and Lissa get her jaw broken but true to form Bonesinger scored a 3rd td.
"Now this is what i call a good score", roared Angel,"These rat-scum are nothing more than talentless carrion, Lissa was just unlucky and Feist he's a cripple already, so no conern".
"Ok set for kick-off now!!", Baal ordered. The fluidity in which the team got into order was becoming veteran.
"What's this", stated M'kari, far too cooly for Baal's liking.
"I suggest everybody move our piddling carrion audience don't like this, they seem to be trying to help these fools to score", as he dodged the grasps of 3 vermin, knocking out 2 more and stamping on the last with a satisfyingly terminal crunch.
The rest of the guards maimed and killed as the vermin ran, limped and crawled onto the pitch but through sheer weight of number Eldroth was taken down and his priceless hand broken before the rest of the Guards could deal with his assailants.
"Ha, isn't that nice, they did score after all", observed M'kari as a gutter runner streaked past for the endzone, forgetting the game to kill the last 2 vermin, who without their numbers quickly lost their bloodlust,capitulating themselves for forgiveness.
"You don't know me well do you?", M'kari grinned”