“After many matches of horrific luck, the Mythical Beasts of Yore sensed that it was their time to bask in Nuffle's light, and they were not wrong. Time after time elves evaded diving tackles, dodged under the guard of Saurus, nabbed the ball while covered, passed across the field and the grasping hands of their opponents and still they did not fail. The only hiccup was when a Lion Warrior was folded in half by a frustrated and raging Saurus, his spine sticking out at an odd angle. Thankfully the apothecary was there with a magic poultice and brought him back from the brink.

Sinistrad, I guess it was just your turn to get boned by Nuffle. I wish you better luck in the future.”