“"That looks like a good start", observed Hell, as the Gunplague walked passed the home changing area of the Coggers. Both Hogs and Loler were complaining about old injuries.

Black Ark grinned at this. He, on the other hand, had done his ground-work. Both Drilla Killa and Doom Reaver had been blessed and were free from pain. They would start ahead on men.

The first half had ended with the Gunplague 2-0 but even though they had hit and hit the Coggers constantly, especially Great Winged Terror, they could not injure even the hobgoblins. Black Ark remained optimistic to his men but he feared they just weren't up to it.

The 2nd half started with the Gunplague taking a full 5 minutes to secure the ball. Black Ark looked back from the front line and roared his demands to Hell, who immediately secured the ball.

"Half an entire half to pickkup the damned ball? Move you fool".

He needn't have bothered, the Coggers had given up even as Gunplague ambled over the line for the 3rd. Black Ark shook his head at the dwarves who looked shamefully to the ground. Obviously under strict instructions from their coach.

"Well, we've won at a canter. All we need to do is survive the last minute or so. I want no mistakes. Now get to your positions."

The very last hit of the game Doom Reaver fell to a savage hit but it didn't look fatal or long-lasting. All the same Black Ark shook his head and looked upwards, despairingly. Especially when he saw the takings his men would take for such a dominating performance. The home team definitely had the better of the deal.

"We definitely need our own stadium", Hell grumbled.

Black Ark could only agree.”