“Kondor crossed the pitch and shook hands with Coach McLucas. Clearly, this was the best coach he had faced in a long while. The good kick in the nuts did not feel so good.

Until this moment, the Tropa De Elite had been undefeated. They had beaten all who had risen to challenge. Worse still, this was the worst defeat (point wise) any of Kondor's teams had taken in a very long time. The three gutter runners and the storm vermin with a heavy hand had really taken their toll. No matter which way the elves turned, a rat was waiting to take him down.

There were a couple of moments when Kondor thought his team might actually score, only to have those hopes dashed against the bleachers like a surfing zombie.

There was only one bright spot in the entire match for the Tropa. In the final moments of the match, Captain Nacimento realized he needed to set an example. To do so, he searched for a rat carrying contraband warpstone and made himself judge, jury, and executioner. In the blink of an eye, the rat Petra lay dying on the pitch.

Well played McLucas. I look forward to a rematch.”