“The shaman chuckled to himself as he pondered the chances of a group of human females defeating let alone escaping unharmed against the CWK. There was a scuffle nearby and he watched with anticipation as a grot and a snot squared off nearby. The Snotling was inferior in every physical way. The Grot towered over him, bigger, stronger, faster. It's menacing eyes focused in, and a cruel smile upon its face. As the grot sprang forward, intent to squash the little blighter, the snotling threw dirt in his eyes and casually dodged away. Mystified at his sudden blindness the grot began to thrash around trying to find his opponent. The snotling got behind the grot, tripped him up, and dashed away. Seeing this, the smile faded from the shaman's face, and a glint of recognition affixed his features..."I must tell da Chiefs!" he thought to himself as he quickly got to his feet and shuffled to the Waaagh Teepee.

The game was intense from start to finish, first because both teams were successful with maneuvering and play execution, and the 2nd half because despite having opportunities, neither side could accomplish anything.
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