“Kondor walked across the field and shook the hand of Black Chaos. the match had turned out to be lop sided on the scoreboard, but Kondor knew a good coach when he saw one.

Early on, one of the Darkies slipped on some "accidentally" forgotten Kroxigor droppings. The result was a split skull. The apothecary was coincidentally occupied with a hot little skink on the side. Bad luck for that guy.

Who says niggled skinks are worthless?

All day long it seemed that the elves pushed around sarus and skinks alike, but no one was even knocked out until the last moments of the game. Kondor cursed himself at the end of the match when he realized the ref had also been distracted by the hussie skink and would have been useless to keep the playing field level.

With this game up, Kondor left the field knowing he would be see more of Black Chaos.”