“Truth be told Hakk'on never even meant to play these guys. He was simply trying to arrange some of that 'adult attention' that the boys (and Svetlana strangely enough) had been pestering him for for a while, but somehow ended up lining up on a Bloodbowl pitch. Spittle was keen to show off for her new 'friend' smashing pro elves back to the bench with reckless abandon, though showing mercy and only knocking them out. This was worrying, Spittle was usually only satisfied when she saw entrails but now she was helping the dazed elves up and pointing them towards their apocathery. A great sign was Hangnail's big (literally) brother Rupture scoring a pair, bout time he did something usefull because Hakk'on was in half a mind to give him a serving and threaten putting him into the draft (of course he never would have, as that required spine).

There was the familiar tug on the strings of Hakk'on's money purse, it was the small goblin assistant that worked at the hospital. Unsuprisingly Ensign Redshirt had told the enemy blitzer that he was unkillable (which is partly true, just ask certain black orc or mummys) and found himself being stomped on by half of the elf team early on. This time the injuries weren't too serious so the goblin chirgeons weren't charging an arm and a leg, which was lucky because the meat fridge was all out of arms.”