“Kondor met coach Ghazkhul after the match, and complimented him on a well played match. It was one where try as they might, the cattle could not quite find the endzone. They bashed and banged on the Pimps, but the slick woodies managed to dodge most of the blows. Those that landed proved to only be the glancing variety and failed to get past the stalwart elven armor. The crowd would have none of that, and took things into their own hands. One cow and one elf went surfing. The elf turned out to be more fragile and had his skull crushed on the concrete bleachers.
Next time Ghazkhul things are sure to go differently.”
Next time Ghazkhul things are sure to go differently.”