“Hakk'on was scratching his head in dismay. And not because the Tender Humans had managed two wins on the trot, which according to the Halfling Bookies was about 123:1 at the start of the season (for reference, the dynamic goblin tag wreslting duo 'Snot Fair' were 68:1 against the black orc pair Uholdem and Eyebreakem) Hakk'on stressed to him 'men' that the Bookies were as short sighted as the official who originally penned them down as humans, and as such didn't see the growth potential that Hakk'on could. No he was utterly miffed by Spittle (not that that would suprise the regular readers off the Tender Humans match reports, if there are any. (PLEASE SEND HELP HOIYES IS MAKING ME WRITE AGAINST MY WI- OH MY GOD HE'S BA- AHhhhhhhhhh - Ahem)) As I was saying Hakk'on was utterly shocked by Spittle's behaviour. After twice showing superhuman dexterity and strength to shrug off opposing players and win the ball on the TD line, instead of slamming a touchdown then doing her trademark celebratory 'grab a fan from the crowd and slice his jugular, bathing in his blood' dance, she WAITED for Svetlana, the new blue haired giantess to reach her before handing it of to her and sharing the glory. Sharing? The closest thing Spittle ever did to sharing in her whole life was convincing Hakk'on to not get a pre-nup, then "sharing" all his money into her offshore bank account. Hakk'on was still deep in ponderence when Spittle wandered past the dugout. Arm in arm with Svetlana. ARM IN ARM. Oh Khaela Mensha Khaine! Spittle was in love”