“Slick Sally Salamander watched her team enter the pitch. It was rumored there would be cheerleader tryouts soon so she wanted to see what the fellas were all about.

The pale skinny creatures that entered on the other side of the pitch were in for a long day. For whatever reason, only seven of them took the field. The cute little things turned out to be both quick and agile and it looked like the scaly folk would be in for a match against this short handed team.

Yet in the end, it was the cold bloods that prevailed as the elves tired and could not always escape the clutches and jaws of the sauri. Slick Sally's heart skipped a beat each time the young Gortlax dove for the endzone. Indeed, he was certainly reason enough to tryout for the pep club. With moves like that she'd have to sink her claws in to keep him from escaping.

At last the little creature blew his whistle signaling the end of the game. The match had been well fought, and even Sally knew that against a full elven squad, the outcome very well may have been different.

Oh well, no sense troubling her albino little head with things like that. She had a geko to catch.”