“Season1 the Fox Hunt Chapter 4 Enter the Fox

"So tell me Fox, what is your earliest memory" asked Robert M. Nideffer as Fox lay back on the hard pine bench.
"I don't know...... I can remember running through a field, the wind rushing past my hair." Fox reminisced. “It...er.. I mean I just felt so free.”

“Hold that thought Fox, hold it you hear me hold it tight fox.”

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“Harold how the hell are you fairing mate those elfs gave you a fair pasting” Fox enquired as Harold sauntered into the changing sheds. Fox hadn’t seen him for any of this week's training sessions, though training would be a liberal term for the squabbling that was a Magoo run session.

“Oh I tell ya it has been tough the local infirmary only feeds ya three times a day” Harold chirped up. “They tell me you had to get your head put straight as well Fox! Did one of them Elfy buggers snap the”.

“No mate I have just been talking its all good”. Fox said feeling a burden lifted.

“Today is the day as well mate I tell ya, the Blackwater Blitz are in town and Highstakes Lockwood is out. It is ours fir the taking I tell the.” Said Harold frothing at the mouth.

Suddenly he leapt up and charged out the sheds, following him fox saw him tackle an elderly pi vender who was doing the rounds. Perhaps he wasn’t thinking about the game at all.

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Game day there was a feeling of expectation in the air as the mob started their individual pre match rituals. Grifter was feeding Briskett some live rats he had caught claiming it would give him the taste of blood the gentle giant seemed to have been missing this season. Enric was snarling in the corner exchanging words with Silus and Jimmy the Hammer, it seemed the talk was around possible shifts from this amateurish outfit, a regular favourite topic of the blitzers.

In walked Madhead Magoo himself uncharacteristically on time. “Listen up folks, here is our new player walking corpse apologies I mean Gogonfar Icehand. Make sure he is welcome.”

“Ieee will make a spot for him beside Gorrik an Golfir” Bellowed Enric. His entourage bursting into laughter.

The last two Icehands had short careers for the Madheads and their seemed to be a similar haunted look to Gogonfar. Fox had had enough.

“You bloody take that back Enric we are all one team here.” Fox said raising himself up off the bench.

“Oh the Fox ay, that shrink sorted you out have they you just pick up the damn ball mate and don’t worry about anything else.” Enric spat at Fox closing in on the quarterback.

Both men stared at each other neither wanting to back down. Luckily for Fox the standoff was broken by a semi digested rat hitting Enric in the side of the head. “Keep that damn beast under control” Enric barked at Grifter.

“Ok let's get out there and punch a few things that aint each other” said Madhead.

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The Mob ran out on the field looking across at the menacing looking rat folk. They were set to kick and looked eager to get on with the match.

They took the frontline by surprise kicking and chasing hard. Luckily Fox was quick on the ball and picked it up with ease he then stated a running play the Blocking line seemingly ready for the task of hitting things and the Skaven line was slowly dissolving under the pressure. Fox kept running he shaped to pass but Enric seemed more interested in hitting things and Tavis Hotwing was more interested in hitting the floor. So he kept his head down and ran and ran. And then crossed into the End Zone. Touchdown Fox Touchdown! Magoo quickly ran over to what he thought was a player but hugged the referee instead which did not go down well as the ref was busy removing Cornelius Velvetfoot from the game after one boot too many.

The Mob shaped to kick and continued with their combative approach to the game holding the Skaven off scoreless till the half.

“Great work lads now let's try and hold on” Said Harold between mouthfuls of the halftime snacks he had found. Poor Harold had seemingly been taking the brunt of the Skaven attack, an increasingly popular target in the league.

This time the Mob kicked deep and though Scott Goes-first was quick to get onto the ball the Skaven attack was somewhat stumbling as they inched up the field. Stoolerbaker Sprinted deep into the Blitz’s half trying to put pressure on to little avail. Fox held the back line as they advanced with Travis who increasingly was tasting the dirt. Bellowed “Leave this to me circling back to get the ball carrier. Charging forth he tripped and fell awkwardly he lay in a lump on the floor. Stretchered off and to see the apothecary he gave a coy thumbs up to the crowd as he went off.

Fox tried to continue to put pressure on the ball with Harold also in the last line of defence unfortunately they couldn’t hold out.1-1 and full time but a result! A draw and much rejoicing.
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