“After playing a virtually casualty-less match against an injured Ogre side. Captain, team manager, coach and Orc Poet Grzshk had this to say:

An Ode to My Brace Scoring Friend Skumuz

Meat
Rodent eat
Or Emerson dam kinglike
Engulf Deaths instead
Lungs lash dearly my aryl oat
Isomer veal
I nudes teal sir
Tic as aided
Imp oaths a stag wand.

Lewd airy epée
Signal don’t rue
Limbo
Eat envy nudes barmen
No oaths
So rue eighth taut meals.

Tissue empty
Do
Don’t
Did
Nil Orcs ilk - woe
A nude’s moil rut
Mate saw silt.

Rise upon fog
Rags dab glib
Eat ecotype;
Loath tofu
Woe
Line saw snout oasis
Eat
Rosé upon fog.

Action soon
Musical instead
Signal herons stop.

With that Grzshk, ever the prima donna, fled from the empty press conference sobbing great big Orc tears.”