“"What in the name of Sigmar is that?" Johann said, pointing frenetically at the treeman who were walking on the pitch.
"Ehr," Ragnar stalled. "I believe it is something called TreePeople. At least according to todays program."
"It is huge! Massive! Gargantous!" Johann said, his voice trembled.
He swept the glass of wine onto the floor, the red wine trickled through the boards.
"I've never agreed to play that," he continued. "You see all them other thin things.. the woodelves. That's what we are here to play. This must be cheating."
"Well," Ragnar said calmly. "You better read the whole team set up next time. A 'woodelf' team is not only fragile little beings. It is also treehard."
Johann stopped listening after a few words. Seeing the tree walking on the pitch was more than his nerves could handle. He bit his nails, and stared blankly out on the field. Now he could only hope that not too many of the interns were injured. ”