“Kondor crossed the pitch and shook hands with Agenda42.

Indeed, the agents had put a good scare into the thorns. All game long, the thorns pummeled Kondor's team, and still they were unable to score before the half. Yet with so many men in the box, Kondor felt like he was delaying the inevitable.

In the second half, the suits seemed to be playing on their heads. Blitzing from tackle zones, through tackle zones, and plastering players of equals strength. Still, it was not until Starseeker decided to pop the D.E.A. agent that someone really took offense. Blasting forward with abandon, he did not see the icepick until it protruded from his gullet. Niman was no more.

With only minutes to play, the K.G.B agent, and the Control agent worked in unison while M.I.6 and Black Briar kept a portion of the opositon busy down field. Leave it to a 00' agent to be seduced by the females. While Bond's filandering has often worked out, this M.I.6 agent watched Valarie rather than the ball, and with his attentions elsewhere, Kendra very neatly crushed his laryanex with a vicious blow to the throat. Fatal mistake on his part, and now we await his replacement from the agency.

At this point, Kondor's lack of players finally overcame the blessings of Nuffle. The dark elves finally managed to knock down the K.G.B. agent and make a couple of uncontested moves down the field resulting in the winning play.

As he walked back to his office, he encountered the team statistician and began to laugh. Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics. 54% luck? Please. Nuffle be praised, that should read at least 70%. Get this nonsense out of my face.
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Well played Agenda42. I look forward to a rematch where my armor may hold a little better. Hopefully, the luck will too.”