“Elves. Elves, elves. And this time, it were the cocky ones. Those posh, arrogant bastards with their shiny clothes and nifty boots of finest leather. Marogosh Thinturs had absolutely no respect for these guys. They were a disgrace for the elven race, he thought. The old doctor looked at the Warrios he saw and felt good they taught the terrible High Elves a good lesson. 3-1 and it could have been higher. He was sure Galoreth was pleased. He did feel sorry though for Garoth: he was incredible, had a leading role in the game but he had the same fate as Círdan Telemnar the game before. He also knew the next game would be just as tough as this one as for numbers, after they lost Garoth. Silently, he witnessed the traditional helmet salutation and he had a feeling someone was watching him. Slowly he turned around and looked in the most fearbringing face he had ever seen...

This was the new Blitzer for the Warriors. This was Aegnor Grithunya.”