“The driving cold of the blizzard put everyone in a bad mood and in with a mind to get the drive over quickly. So on the kickoff, we blitzed off the line and managed to get a skink under the ball. That was about the last thing that went as planned. The rest of the half was a desperate scramble back and forth across the pitch, trying to at least lay a hand on one of the damned replicants. As we were getting isolated in our backfield, their advance was a series of shifts to either side, slowly picking off our members. They scored at the end of the half, so on the next kickoff, we rushed through the line and got the ball deep... But not deep enough to prevent the extended blitz that stripped the ball and started the sniping advance again. By the time Leon had his face caved in, there was nothing the healer could do. At least it warmed up in the second half, so he didn't die cold.

Well played by Rondo, taking advantage of the lack of tackle to move about at whim. Cheers.”