“Having been wistfully angry ever since the training game against Blacktail maulers the hard headed Chaos dwarfs and their dubious greenskins entered the field followed by their young Minotaur. Heads were to be smashed, bones were to be broken, spines were to be shattered and who knew, maybe even some touchdowns were to be scored!
Kicking like the maggot he was, Stabby Og managed to give the Skaven a touchback. From the entailing maelstrom of fists, horns, teeth and claws one guttarunner escaped with the ball in its hands and scored the first touchdown.
Apprehensive and uneasy Blood tide played the rest of the game even angrier and managed to beat several Skaven players off the field, whereamong some never returned during the game. Had it not been for the fact that Dreed underestimated the height of Ztahln's hat, maybe Blacktail maulers could have scored another touchdown. But the short fat angry little man stopped the ball mid-air and ran as fast as his short legs and cumbersome armour allowed until he was knocked over, losing the ball. Ztahln's performance was second only to the one of Hatzix, who near the end of the game got the ball by mere accident, and ran like no chaos dwarf had ever ran before. He stumbeling reached the end zone mere seconds before the ref blew his wistle to declare the end of the game.
Relentless - the minotaur - had a revelation as he knocked out a guttarunner off the field, an insight in hurting people, a message of carnage from Hashut. One thing was certain: he was a calf nomore.”