“"They are weak. Nothing more than sewer slurry"
"So are we at the moment m'lord. Kalzigar, Feist and Lissa are still injured. We barely have the players to cover", replied Veilan, "But don't worry we will win this match, I guarantee this." he grinned, absent-mindedly rubbing his neck for the reasurrance of the necklace of human ears he had accumulated.
The game started fast. These underworlders preferring to score. The ball passed possession rapidly, only after consecutive tds. The 2nd half saw the score rise to 4-4.
"I'm a man of my word!" screamed Darl as he waded through the snow. The wind stung his eyes and blistered his face but he drove on.
"Hold your position, let them have the ball, we have them contained in their own half", commanded Baal.
Too late Dahl could make out the silhouette of Skizzinosa. He roared his defiance at the wind and stormed towards the diminutive underworlder.
"HOLD", was the last word that passed from Baal. It died on his lips. The skills of Corin had already been used, on Darl in fact to save his life at the hands of the big rat. Darl dived at the skaven, slipped,stumbled, fell forward on his neck. His legs held the perpendicular for seconds. He was dead before they hit the floor.
"He was a fucking veteran and he is now dead. Belrak has seemed to inherit his brother's dodgy arm and we drew."
Lissa instinctively approached Baal. She had melowed with him. Her anger seemed to be depleted around him. He snarled and knocked her across the room.
"Do not forget your place bitch. You are here to amuse me and kill all others, not push a measure of comfort at me." There was no anger in his eyes.
She drew her dagger and stabbed at his eyes. She was quickly brought down by Elan, who drove her thumb into her neck.
"This game is over, bury the dead and get out of my sight"
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