Wozzaa approached Reffy on the training field. Reffy was doing laps long after the other flings had retired for their two-thirdsies the second of three meals between lunch and dinner. Wozzaa couldn't actually remember the team training that day.
"Hey Ref."
"Hey coach, what can I do for ya?"
"I've noticed your new speed on the pitch, I've got a special coach to come in and work on some blocking" Behind Wozzaa, a gruff Dwarf stepped forward. It was none other than 'Dirty' Thorin Strongaxe, known for causing casualties both legally and illegally. Reffy shook hands with the long bearded Dwarf.
"Right, I'll leave ya to it."

Wozzaa returned a few hours later, to his surprise the blocking dummies they all used for training were lying prone, and Reffy and Thorin were taking turns, huge smiles on their faces, stomping on different limbs or the odd head.

"What's going on here?"
Reffy turned to face Wozzaa, a devious glint in his eyes. At that moment he looked every bit the thief that Wozzaa had saved from the noose. "I like this better"