“Maldrin agreed for this match a bit worried about the fact of playing against dead men, furthermore them being the Masters of Torture. This was gonna be the fire baptism for his guys.

Azureans received in the first half, and managed to send the strenghted ghoul to make some crowdsurf in the High Elf Fans wing. This gave us the numeric superiority for the rest of the half. Everything went very well. The Master didn´t break an armour in all the first half, and Tolomand just had to sit in the Endzone and let the time fly, and his fellas hit.

"Score!! You stupid Baron!! Score!!" - Maldrin shouted. He couldn´t remember how many matches there were lost because of that kind of stupid players. - "I´m gonna rip you at the end of the match if we lose! *CENSORED* and I´ll send it to your mom!!"

Suddenly, a wight (surely he was an elf in his past life) dodged from two silly elves and launches a criminal hit that took Tolomand to the ground. Maldrin cursed the whole God pantheon and Tolomand´s ancestors. The wight picked up the ball and started to run. Luckily, in a fast move, he was blocked and Tolomand manages to score after picking the lonely ball.

The second half started with just 10 elves on the field. Merinal Filth was ejected from game when he felt over a mummy. "Hey!! It was a stumble!!" But the Ref didn´t think so.

Elves moving here and there, dodging everywhere and hitting with precision forced a fail in the undead files, and after some lucky bounces the ball stopped near the Masters Endzone. A tide of High elves running like children after the ball in a football match come along the field towards the ball. A dodge and a Superb pass carried out by Lord Denisel became on the 2-0. Maldrin couldn´t believe it. His team, clearly winning a match!!

After that Maldrin only thought on defending well and don´t lose more players. By the time, both mummies niggled Lord Curro and a lino. Luckily, the rookie apothecary managed to save the lino and put him into the field again.

Azurean Kings slowed the match moving well on defence and hindering the slow advance of the dead men.

At last Maldrin heared the Ref whistle, and run to hug his players! They overcame the fear, and clearly beated those rotten corpses.

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Nice match kwek. Hope to face you again with lesser luck by my side.”