“With the clock running out in their valiant fight against ogres, the score tied at 0-0, all Professional Wrestlers but Dana and a far away tree had been cleared off the field. An ogre had the ball and was within running distance of the winning touchdown. Dana knew what had to be done: Dodging away from a group of other ogres, Dana ran screaming at the ball carrier and hit him for all he was worth, pushing him back just far enough to make the touchdown impossible*.

Denied their touchdown, a furious ogre hit Dana into the great dining hall in the sky. Rest in peace, brave 'fling, rest in peace.

Thanks for the match, Henne. It was fun and the flings were squishy. :) Sadly the snotling weren't.

* Actually, there was still a slim chance of a handoff/throw team mate touchdown, but let's not knock the dead.”