“With wild eyes and froth filled beards, the men from Tvarnholm took to the field against the wall of metal that called itself The Knights of Khorne.
They had not been afraid to go toe to toe with these iron beasts when they first had met many moons ago, and the barbarians were eager to prove that nothing had changed.
Going in hard and dealing fist to everyone within range, the Bearskins were in fine form, smashing and crashing their way through the Khornite lines again and again.

Kori Manbiter was interviewed after the match...
"I'll tell ya what it is. Drinking the blood of your enemies and all that is all well and good, but you gotta leave some room down there for the beer! I don't think I saw a single beer in their whole squad. I mean... what kind of coach they got anyway?"

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Good game, Mike. The Bearskins continue to pull the dice from out of the asses and throw them in their opponent's faces. What can you do? :)”