After a "friendly" game against yet another chaos team, the Agility Monsters are sitting in the locker room, quite shaken.

Namosz: <enters the room>

Brom: <jumps up> How are they?

Namosz: Bad news: Urgosh almost didn't make it, his head popped open out there. Doc was able to put everything back inside, but besides him being a little fragile concerning the head, there might also be some brain damage. <shrugs>

Ungor: <giggles> C-c-can't have d-d-done too much damage t-t-there.

Namosz: Ramnah got her collar bone smashed. We all know what that means...

Brumbas: <mumbles> Nuffle grants it, Nuffle takes it...

Groin: Since when do you believe in Nuffle?

Brumbas: Maybe it's about time someone does... <pauses> Imagine what would have happened to her, if Nuffle hadn't granted her supernatural strength recently.

Deluin: <surprised> I thought she was just working out pretty hard...?

Ol' Wirebeard: Come on, boy! A sweet girl like her with that muscle? Nothing natural about that! <belches>

Bjerk: <crosses his arms> Bah, Nuffle! It's been the rats!

Brom: The rats?

Bjerk: The rats!

Namosz: What do you mean?

Bjerk: Remember what has happened to us since we applied for this stupid tourney of theirs? We played six matches. In the first match we lost Barbas, I got my knee smashed and Krom suffered a serious concussion. In the second match Dhuna died. In the forth match Duewin and Krom did and Brumbas got crippled. And now Ramnah and Urgosch... <furious> That Skaven vermin bestowed a curse on us!!

Groin: He's got a point! Maybe we should have never entered that damned tourney in the first place...

Head Coach Rabe: <from the room's corner> Interesting point. I vaguely remember someone saying something like that "in the first place"...

Namosz: Hey Boss.

Head Coach Rabe: How about this? I make the arrangements, you focus on playing? I appreciate your participation for sure. And value your advice, I really do. But sometimes there have to be lines drawn.

Groin: So, what do you suggest, Boss?

Head Coach Rabe: Rebuild. Win. And get rid of that curse, if it exists.

Brom: We got some money, shall we find another runner for the next game? We could need one...

Namosz: Nah, give it some time. We have to use some journeymen next game, maybe there's some talent we can hire. We need new blockers, too - remember?

Head Coach Rabe: Good point. Namosz, Groin, Brom: You keep an eye on them, maybe you'll find something. And until that you might work on some offensive tactics. They frequently suck. Deluin: Learn how to block properly, we can't babysit you! Ungor: Practice guarding with Brumbas, Bjerk, Wirebeard - we desperately need it. <rushes out of the room>

Bjerk: <sneers> Uh, someone's pissed...

Groin: You know who else would be if she could hear you talking like that...?

Bjerk: Bah, I'm not scared of Lady Broken-Collar-Bone...

Namosz: Relax! Bjerk, head coach just feels for the team. And Ramnah's injury hit him hard, I guess.

Brumbas: Well, Nuffle... you know.