“Erland Freyvid turned from watching his boys in their attempt to catch the greased pig that they had painted green and let loose in the training pit, facing the WWB league reporter once more.
"Herher... the lads are relivin' the match", he commented, trying to remember what it was that this reporter fellow had just asked him.
"Yer... so, like, yer... we were always gonna win this 'ere match you see. A lot of these teams we play, they think they're being hard and tough and theat we don't wear no armour so they can just beat on us like we was weak little elves or something. Herher, they soon learn though don't they, uh? Yer... 'cause they think they can beat us down but they don't know that Tvarn, Lord of Battles and King of all the Gods, he's made our skin harder than iron and we don't need no armour or nothin'."
Putting his new drinking skull to his lips, he took a hefty swig.
"Yer, we're pretty darn 'ard... pretty bloody unbeatable really."

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Good game Clay. Nice and bashy, just the way all real men like it! ;)”