“Hakk'on scooped a giant wad of wax from his ear. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. They...they were cheering. Cheering the Tender Humans, or more precisely cheering his wife Spittle with her game winning hat-trick. The rats had finally been beaten and the hoodoo lifted, 3 races beaten about five times that to go. They'd get there, oh yes, they'd get there, just the amount of players left alive when they did was another matter entirely. Spittle cantered up to Hakk'on and gave him a hearty slap on the back which sent him flying through a locker door. 'What do you think of my new guns coach?' Spittle remarked, flexing her arms. She was certainly getting stronger, Bloodbowl was her element.”