“A few days has passed after the chance meeting with those chaos dwarves and his slaves, and everything is desperately calmed now.
"What would they´re planning? This stillness is driving me mad" - Maldrin was really worried about their future in the strange mountains.
"This is just the clam that precedes the storm, sir - Answered Lord Felighera - We must prepare to the worst"
As Lord Felighera closed his mouth, they heared loud cries that came from the guard camp.

"Ok, is far much better to play 11 vs 11 than facing them when they´re outnumbering us - Maldrin had achieved to convince the big stupid warriors to fight them in a match - At least now there´s a Ref to bring some order to the battle field."

The match started and the beastmen received the ball, but it´s so cold that morning, and his armours were so rigid, which made them harder to move. In a few seconds two warriors failed to block an isolated elf, allowing Maldrin´s guys to devastate their files and pick the ball up to score the first TD. In the melee Sir Fredrian suffered a fractured leg which was saved by the apoth, and a smelly beast was hurt for the rest of the match.

Everything looked well for Maldrin. In the next kickoff, the flesh wall they did call troll was knocked out, and he remained vaulted till the match ended.

But the second half was so much worst for the Kings. No hollows in the chaos defence. Maldrin were shouting all along his wing, but the chaos warriors stayed firms in their positions. The only hollow the elves could open was in their own files,which allowed a beastman to gore Countess Lennedrian. Then the chaos warriors went into frenzy, and started to block as mad, sending out the field Ithillion (with another hole in the head) and Salidh, unable to continue playing. Chaos seized elven minds, and even hearing Maldrin orders, the Kings were only able to run and fall when dodging far from the killing machines.

In the midst of the pandemonium in which the field had become, Vermillion, a Chaos Warrior who carried a strange blood red armor with symbols, picked up the ball and run for the TD just when the Ref wishtled the end of the match.

Maldrin couldn´t stop to shout the Kings because of his bad playing today, but deep down he was happy cause everyone was still alive to face another battle and return home.

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I want to congratulate Plorg for a great match, very well played in defence ( with no much luck in the first half). Not much talkative, but has been a funny match with lots of hurts, but nothing really serious. ”