“Chapter 4


The tide was in. The waves were waiting. Only the Bloodbowl was in the way of a perfect afternoon on the beach for the elves of Hang Eleven. Sadly, Bloodbowl today involved playing against the necromantics of Once Were Wolves – a new team but one who were already building up a reputation as one who were happy to take all afternoon to play as long as there were some injuries and deaths along the way.
“This sucks”, announced Surf City as he sat out the end of the first half in the dug out. “And to think we could be in the water right now.”
Walk Don’t Run was sitting next to him.
“Remind me why we agreed to play this game?”
Surf City shrugged.
“Rumour has it there are some teams in this league that actually play a fast game. One day we’re bound to meet one.”
“In the meantime…”
Finally, as time was running out on the first half clock, the necromantic ghoul ran the ball in for the score leaving the wood elves no time for anything but a half-hearted attempt at a pass – an attempt they promptly muffed spectacularly.

At the start of the second half the necromantics made up for their previous tardiness however by launching a blitz even before the whistle had blown. The referee waved them on and as the elves were keen to get the match over and done with as quickly as possible, they let it go.

Pipeline got things going with a quick pass, but as Ride the Wild Surf was buried beneath a pile of zombies at the time, it was left up to Surfer Girl to take the catch and run it in for a quick score, her fractured skull causing her no problems at all.
“Now you’ve done it”, complained Balboa Blue. “They get the ball back and that’s the afternoon gone. There’s no chance of catching any waves now.”
“What about if we all just stay lying down?” asked Wipeout. “I’ve heard that’s a pretty sure way of getting the other guys to score quicker.”
The others thought about it.
“Well, as we spend most of our time lying down anyway I don’t see as how it makes much difference either way.”
So they tried it. Each time one of the Wolves knocked them down, the elves stayed down. It was easy. The Wolves were knocking them down a lot quicker than they were scoring. Only Surf City was making an effort. Every now and then he leapt up, headed for the ball carrier and his solid cage of undead muscle and was promptly knocked flat for his trouble. But each time he tried the crowd cheered and each time he heard the crowd cheer, he wanted it more.
“Crazy, dude” called Wipeout as Surf City landed beside him once more. “Gonna get yourself wiped out for sure ridin’ that wave”.
“You hear the crowd?” replied the wardancer, spitting a lump of turf from his mouth. “Music to my ears”. And he leapt up to do it all again.
“Well, enjoy it while you still have your ears, Bro” said Wipeout, before rolling over to catch some sun on his face while he waited for the final whistle.

True to form, the Wolves took their sweet time over their second score as well, but as the elves had helped to speed things along nicely by lying down, there was still plenty of time for surfing after all.
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