“I think a good night's sleep in our own beds did a world of good for us.

We certainly took the pitch with vigor, and showed some very good aggression during play.

Hurly had an outstanding match, racking up 2 hard, finishing hits on some of their warriors, and outright killing one of the beastmen. I thought Jarrl had killed one as well, but after some time with a bunch of folks fussing over it in their dugout it staggered back onto the pitch. Of course, Focter greeted the stupid beast with a hearty block to the stomach, and the beast went right out again, and stayed out.

I was enjoying the veiw from behind, watching the lads really swing into them, when suddenly a huge opening appeared in the line. ThreeKills was screaming at me even as I sprinted through it, head down, arms over the ball like he yells at me to do over and over.

One of the warriors threw a hit at me, but I bounced off, kept my legs churning and left him behind on the ground.

I scored, the home crowd went crazy and everyone was happy.

Even ThreeKills.

Not too bad a day all in all.”