“Game 1 in the Senseless Slaughter League and it's everything to play for!
The confused orcs of Fumblethimblebumble looked a little crosseyed as they lined up against a team that consisted entirely of... well... women.
"Dis some kind of joke?" asked Clownnumb, orc blitzer, before Daiane Greatheart jammed her heel into his face.
After that, it was game on. The weight of Fumble's big guns brought some effective grinding drives; the black orcs even managing to take possession and dodge on a couple of occasions.
But a couple of costly blocks were enough to open a hole in the pack, and first Princess Lenika, then Yamako Jade, ran the ball down with authority. The amazon blitzers proved they could pack a real punch, and on defense they skipped and twisted away from blockers with lithe agility.
With the clock running down in the second half, the orcs were more looking like venting their frustrations than mounting a scoring threat. They had KOed a few players, but their fans had little to cheer about beyond an improbable bomb thrown by rookie Fingerface.
It was on that note that Numbface waded in to throw a punch at the Matriarch herself. Plorka was having none of it, and took the lineorc facefirst into the turf. The sickening crunch was news enough. Numbface's face went numb indeed.
Plorka turned to acknowledge the screams of the crowd.
"This is it! This is Blood Bowl! Bring it on!"”
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The confused orcs of Fumblethimblebumble looked a little crosseyed as they lined up against a team that consisted entirely of... well... women.
"Dis some kind of joke?" asked Clownnumb, orc blitzer, before Daiane Greatheart jammed her heel into his face.
After that, it was game on. The weight of Fumble's big guns brought some effective grinding drives; the black orcs even managing to take possession and dodge on a couple of occasions.
But a couple of costly blocks were enough to open a hole in the pack, and first Princess Lenika, then Yamako Jade, ran the ball down with authority. The amazon blitzers proved they could pack a real punch, and on defense they skipped and twisted away from blockers with lithe agility.
With the clock running down in the second half, the orcs were more looking like venting their frustrations than mounting a scoring threat. They had KOed a few players, but their fans had little to cheer about beyond an improbable bomb thrown by rookie Fingerface.
It was on that note that Numbface waded in to throw a punch at the Matriarch herself. Plorka was having none of it, and took the lineorc facefirst into the turf. The sickening crunch was news enough. Numbface's face went numb indeed.
Plorka turned to acknowledge the screams of the crowd.
"This is it! This is Blood Bowl! Bring it on!"”