“This was probably our hardest game yet. Certainly it was foolish to march in sure of victory before the starting whistle blew, but they were women! And odd, skinny, hairless ones at that!

Whether it was the allure of the exotic (though I can't for the life of me fathom what some people see in tall, skinny, hairless women) or what, but the boys were absolutely gobsmacked by these silly girls. They simply refused to play proper, hard Blood Bowl like we normally do even at practice sessions. I'm sure there must've been some foul play here, a magic perfume or something, that made my lads just keel over when these lasses so much as pointed in their direction. Young Bloodforge was foolish enough to take his helmet off to properly bow to one of those delicate little things, which, as you can well enough guess, ended in him cracking his skull on a small rock! That's what you get for all those posh etiquette lessons - useless humbug, I say! Earlier on, silly Boulderdash was spotted on bended knee before one of the girls! Damned fool nearly wrecked his career there and then, luckily the apothecary could fix that leg and he could keep playing. He was just about the only one pulling his weight in this game, anyway! I should fire the lot of them, good-for-nothing romantics!

Must've been some special beans they had for lunch to give them that shimmering wind!

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Thanks for a good, tough, tight game, Chingis. I will admit I was a bit overconfident when I saw the matchup, but you taught me differently. Just couldn't trip your ladies up no way no how.”