“The icy rain and thick fog was unbearable, and it was impossible to tell where the wood elves were before the whistle blew, however they seemed to be already deep in the Lizards half.

The conditions meant the Lizards were sluggish and easy to take down, the frozen pitch causing each take down to be more effective than normal and the Burning Talon quickly found themselves outnumbered and down on the score board.

Tzatza visions had held true though, they had found a Treeman here at the Shadowspires, Tzagor thumped him to the ground repeatedly, until at the end of the first half Adohitza ran forth, and ripped branches from the Tree as he lay on the ground.

Adohitza also pounced on the wardancer, when he was finally put on the ground. The angry little skink shredded the face of Elerossë Séregon, gouging at his eye, before the elves apothecary came in to patch up the wardancer, ensure he'd be able to play in the next game.

Another defeat on the scoreboard, but the Burning Talon had part of a treeman, now it was time to light the fire. ”