“The killer team once more. Third time's the charm, or bad things come in threes?

Again we were offered that idiot Bomber (he didn't last long), some apothecaries, a babe, but no Wizard. We're stronger now, and they're still recovering from the kicking we gave them last time.

They dropped the ball close to their line, Bully cut through it like a knife with Goon and Brutish following, the latter having to be saved by an apothecary for his trouble, Drindon Revenge doing the job. They caged up, we tried to monster it, but were left short and they got the ball free for an easy score. But no, they tried to hurt us first, and some thuggery from Thug put a stop to it. Next thing you know, one muscles out, name of Muscle, and frees the ball, knocked down for his trouble but frees it again. Good work! Bruiser in to pick it up, couldn't dodge away. If only. Maikel eventually getting the better of Muscle, able to dodge away and score himself. We weren't far off there.

Our half-time show didn't work. Green thing couldn't pick it up.

Bully with the ball, tried to give it to a green thing. Never works, no idea what anyone was thinking, other than maybe scoring rather than just getting smashed for nothing. Still, Tribble in, picked it up, and Bully heaved him over the top out of a huge scrum. Only Thug leading to cover, wasn't enough, too few of our lot on their feet. They swarmed the following loose ball, got cagey with it, we withdrew and picked at them. But with Bully the only breaker left on, he fluffed the dodge to blitz and they put it out of range. Dabbler took down goat, remarkable, the luck the green things have against this lot.

Were was I? Out of reach, that's where. Bully sconned the wrong warrior with a missile, and they got their second at the death. We've a green thing for the pot, and the big boys are all ready to go. Not too bad, shame about the score. We're not really getting any closer: but I think the killers will be ours one day. Mark my words.”