“The Privateers saw the brightly colored thunder clouds off at a distance and they knew they were in trouble. Quickly they hired the most ruthless mercenary they could find to help fill in some empty slots on their roster. Their only hope was that they could roust the fans into enough of a thundering roar that Hashut might turn his baleful eye towards the game. So as the privateers made the field, they set up a sacrificial pit in their end zone and the three Bull centaurs including their new player Hthark flash fried an unfortunate High elf and smeared the blood all over their bodies.

It was a bloody game as the Angst came out of the gates slinging mighty claws of *OUCH*. And Either through brilliant coaching, or the ear-shattering roar of the crowd, Hashut managed to tackle the chaos sprinter near their end zone and march it right back up the field. This enraged the chaos team, and just before the half managed to smash more of Hashut's chosen into the ground.

With the score 1-0 Hashut's faithful took the field a little more confident and blood thirsty. They received the ball and grindingly worked the ball down the field with the ravenous chaos warriors breathing down their necks the entire way. Unfortunately Aaron Brown's quick footwork was no match of the baleful eye of chaos; he was stopped dead in his tracks as one of the Chaos Warriors put a shoulder into his hind flank and put him out of commission. The Hobgoblins quickly dodged and darted through the grasp of the chaos only to be taken down at the last minute. Chaos scooped up the ball and crossed it to the awaiting arms of one of his warrior teammates, who apparently was too busy to look up and everyone watched the ball bounce off his helmet.

The privateers knew that this was the *one* shot they had to wrestle the ball away from Nawlins, and their Minotaur roared with rage and opened the hole that Sam needed to get into the end zone.

The clock was winding down and as both teams lined up again, brazenly Hthark lined up on the field, his audacity was palpable. Still gorged with the rush of victory the privateers jumped at the chance to steal the win away only to watch the entire offensive line of Nawlins focus all their rage on Hthark.

As the ref blew the final whistle signaling the end of the game, the Privateers toted Sam on their shoulders as they left the stadium, and Nawlins walked away with a trophy of their own, the head of the most ruthless mercenary for miles around, smiling the entire way home.

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