“And the war begun. Lots of armies faced the north to fight the Chaos Tide once and for all. Many elves know that this is gonna be their last journey, but they´ll die with glory.

Maldrin´s group was walking late in the afternoon, looking for a plain land to camp, which is hard to find in the middle of the mountains. Instead of that, they found a little combat group of Chaos Dwarves. They were accompanied by two great big Bull-centaurs and a bunch of hobgoblin slaves.

The match to death started at midnight. Maldrin chose Heads, and they were on the receiving side. And it begun. Elves on the line of scrimmage did what they know and knokced over every dwarf or hobgoblin at range, and a well performed old fashioned fault, knokced out the more skilled hobgoblin. After that, the dwarves reacted surrounding the Kings, and after some succesful blocks, they managed to knock the ball carrier, but Merinal Filth, fast as allways, recovered the ball and run for the first TD of the night. For this time, both hobgoblin and Farrend Merlin was BHed, and our Apoth has done his job, saving Alascher from a niggling injury.

Now there were dwarves hitting turn, and isn´t gonna be that easy to score. A great kick and fast movements of the elven defenders left the ball just besides the elven feeth. Bad blocks on the dwarven side, and Phidelia caught the ball to score the second TD.

"These are the newbies of the army. They were lost in the mountains, and don´t know much about fighting. But It wont be thes easy and soft when we advance towards north" Maldrin was so upset about their next fights against the chaos beasts, and didn´t count with this luck and lack of skill for next combats. "Hope I´ll be wrong"

The second half started more or less the same way than the first one, and the Sure handed hobgoblin remaining on the KO box. The ball was slimy because of the night sprinkle, and hobgoblins weren´t capable to pick it up. Seeing that their opponent was so clumsy, the elves just run all over the field to score the third and fourth TDs (the fourth one with help from the crowd).

The only thing that Maldrind said at the end of the match was: "Pray for all the opponents we´ll face will be so stupid like these, cause if you don´t..." His face saddened suddenly, and he just lied down over his blancket. He couldn´t sleep all over the night, and just one thought filled his mind "We´re going to war"

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I only can say that squintyeyed is a great opponent. He never whined about his luck, (and it was awful, I assure), and despite the result, he has worked greatly the defence. Just his bad luck combined with mine (very good) has made the result as it is.

Squintyeyed, rematch when you want.”