“"At last a soft match! Never heard about women playing Bloodbowl, but sure they´re gonna have some blood, hehe" - Maldrin was talking with his lads with a pint of beer at hand. - "But Terlon, you must never fall in love with amazons. I´ve allways heard that they´re brutal women. They kill their husbands after the -CENSORED- and every boy born too."

After some more cups of beer, they realiced that it´s getting late for the match. Lord Felighera dropped some coins in the table, and 13 elves went out of the inn running fast as lightnings (a bit drunk lightnings, but fast anyway), as it started to rain. The cold breeze and water woke up them, and when they reached the stadium the drowsiness has gone.

In front of them were placed 11 women with military discipline. The Ref whistled as they put the last foot on the field, and adrenalin drove them to hit hard. In the first elven tide, two girls were knocked out. But they really know how to hit and hide. After a few minutes, the amazons recovered their strength and started to crush elves here and there. Phidelia run towards the endzone with the ball controlled, but for two times, a lonely opponent knocked him down. After some more blocks, Phidelia picked the ball up from between a bunch of fighting legs, and scored.

In the halftime, Maldrin cheered up the Kings: "C'mon guys, we only need to stop them. They are fragile, you´ve seen that yet, so point to vital points"

Second half started with only ten amazons in the field. But their savage mind started to work very well ( as well as their punchs). Minutes later, there were 4 elves in the KO box, and Lord Felighera was badly hurt. Maldrin was so concerned about this match. "Damned women, they´re stronger than they looked... Knock down the ball carrier!! look at your backs!!"

In the field, the lads saw a blitzer carrier the ball towards the endzone, and started to sprint towards her till she was forced to drop the ball, as she laid in the ground. Terlon Juniperia picked the ball up again, and tried to throw it upfield to Phidelia, over the opponents heads. "Throw it as an elf, as you know... c'mon" Maldrin was saying to himself. But Terlon had not born to be a hero, and there were too much pressure over him. Just 6 elves in the field, a lot of girls looking at him, running to kick his ass. And the slimy ball felt from his hands. The crowd felt silent. The azamons felt laughing. And they scored.

- I´m gonna -CENSORED- - CENSORED- - CENSORED- to the - CENSORED-!!!! - Maldrin exploded. - There´s no time to win now! Arrrrrrgh!

Just a few minutes for the end of the match. Maldrin conceived a plan to outrun the zons. "The win wasn´t that hard, and we can do it. Just take all the zons to one wing, and then throw the ball to the other side, where Ullerrian will sprint for the endzone. You´re fast than them. This is done, OK!?"

But as we were jumping to the ground the zons put a lot of pressure over the line of scrimmage, with another perfect defense. Maldrin started to think about spies in the bench, but no more than himself was in the bench.

The ref whistles again. all the zons were in the right wing, and Denisel managed to throw the ball to Ullerrian. He run. He did till a small punch shocked his face.

"No!! Argh... another tie... I... aarghh.." Maldrin walked to the changing room, and didn´t talk at all. He was really angry. They´ve done a very good match this time, but those zons... It looks like they were touched by some kind of magic.

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