“Like a scene from a Nam movie, Chief coach Chaucer stood still in his dugout surveying the pitch, nay battlefield. Rats lay littered across the arena, legs bent, tails cut, blood flowing. And the Tails kicked off!

By the time the bodies had been removed from the field of play the Breakers pushed on for an easy TD and went into the second period one up. Without the aid of an airstrike Chaucer searched desperatly for a means of escape but could do little more than strap up the remaining Skaven and send them out onto the pitch. Even his patented Warpade isotonic sports drink couldnt instill any grit into the team, especially as they were soon outnumbered almost 3 to 1.

Dodging further injury and hits from the Breakers they scurried around the pitch in vain, praying for the final whistle.

Left licking their wounds it remains to be seen how they will recover in Faction.

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