“"But the coach said it'll be just like back home!" Ygrad, fixing the plating on his armor.
"That's right," repeated Killog, for the hundredth time. "Only we gotta get the ball to their end zone too. Don't forget that. Coach said we make a standard two-line area defense. You all remember how to do that, right?"
Absolute silence fell in the dressing room. Killog sighed. "Whatever, go break some bones."
"ELVES! WE'RE FIGHTING ELVES! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
Khastarax's triumphant deceleration was enough to send all his team's players rushing on the pitch.

The Wood Elves were packed in a tight center line defense. As soon as the whistle blew, the four Chaos Warriors began bashing their way through their opponents, while Runagors picked up the ball.
In an excellent display of typical elven grace and skill, HdgDL split up in groups to withstand the beating, luring the warriors to the sides. As soon as the center was open, they charged the unprotected ball carrier, stole the ball and opened the score.

"Damn it! Ygrad, you stay back and catch any pointy-ears who makes it through!" said Killog. "And by Tzeentch get it right this time, boys..."

But it was to no avail. Ygrad was the first one to charge the line of scrimmage, as the Consortium attempted a push from the flank. Once again they exposed the handler to the enemy's Wardancer.
"By Tzeentch I'm gonna rip some heads off those woodlings!" shouted Killog as he ran to the opening in his team's defence. His plated fist landed in the elf lineman's jaw and sent it flying to the stands. Killog stepped on his opponent's skull, crushing it. "Hold together! Don't get carried away! Protect Belagor!"

It was working better this time. They got past the line of scrimmage. They had a mighty front to spearhead the charge... but they had no rear guard. The mohawked elf got to his feet and blitzed once more, forcing Belagor to drop the ball. A full-blown combat pit was immediately created round the ball, elves and chaos players battling for possession, until the half time whistle broke the fight.

The second half was no different. The elves were set for a major side push, and by the time the Chaos defenders managed to come to the flank, the elves slipped through for a lightning-fast touchdown, making it 2-0.

The Chaos Consortium gathered in a circle.
"Observe and be taught" spoke The Shaman first. The others were puzzled.
"That's it!" said Gore enthusiastically in an epiphany. "The Shaman's right, we play like blonde-hairs, then we score, no?"
"It could work..." respoded Killog, puzzled at the thought of copying elven tactics. "But this time I want an impenetrable line. I want a wall, shoulder to shoulder!"

It all looked brilliant... until the Wardancer once again dodged his way to the ball.
"Here, me tired of this" said Gore, offering the ball. The elf certainly wasn't expecting such behaviour, and paused. That was all the downtime Gore needed to kick him behind the knee and take him down. The beastman followed the Wardancer's path in reverse, roaring for his teammates to surround and protect him. The elves, realizing their plan had gone wrong, rushed to defense, only to bounce off the cage protecting the ball. The stadium exploded as the score was made 2-1.

The players were in line once again, Chaos kicking the ball. As the elves slithered across the pitch for a final express touchdown, one of the beastmen approached Killog.

"Now we know how to play, no?" said the beastman in excitement.

Killog watched the Wardancer race to the end zone once more. "I'm afraid we must find a defense to copy as well..."”