“As the gates opened, Morrslieb arose ominously large over the Stadium. The Brettons shivered in thier new shiny armour and the Undead seemed to crackle with necromantic vigour as the sickly green light illuminated their pallid flesh.
The Brave Knights fought well, showing some remarkable passing skills, but grew a clammy fear knowing the omens were indeed against them.
As if possessed of unstoppable fury the Undead could do no wrong; every punch denting armour and breaking bones and every necrotic foot engaged turf or shin with surety. With unnatural speed and strength, the match slipped very much one sided.
So much so; Shadow refused to pass ball despite being moments before the end of the half time whistle and Mumma decided to rest up for the last drives.
The Bloodweiser Babes kept busy and the Brettons lost no dignity as they continued an honorable and heroic defence, outnumbered sometimes 2 to 1.
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