“The time had come to find out how much influence Kondor had over Revwe. Today’s game was against a team that had never found favor with Nuffle. Poor Slaapaav had done his best to coach the team of worthless goblins into something respectable but they simply lacked the concentration to pay attention to anything for the duration of a match. Still, a game against goblins normally resulted in full casualty boxes and the correlating full stands.

Kondor found Revwe and pulled her into a darkened corridor outside of the locker-room.

“Today Adresin Wyngella dies. Assign her as your partner for the match and if the opportunity appears, leave her high and dry.”

Revwe looked like she was going to protest but despite the obvious internal conflict not a word escaped her lips.

“Good.” Said Kondor. “Go about your business.”

Revwe returned to the locker-room and Kondor headed for his normal bench on the sideline to watch the match. Corbis had already arrived.

“Corbis. No heroics today. Do you understand?” asked Kondor.

Corbis shrugged. “I get paid the same either way.”

When the goblins took the field, they quickly got Kondor’s attention. They had pooled enough cash to hire the star troll Ripper. With any luck, this one could be a blood bath.

Neither the fans nor Kondor had to wait long for the action to start. Fenian took a kick from Bard in the goods causing what looked like a painful groin injury. However, before heading to the showers early, he found the end zone with the ball and earned his pay.

Near the end of the half came the moment of truth. The maniacal chain saw wielding goblin rushed into the fray swinging the blade with little care if elf, goblin, or troll came within reach. Adresin would have easily avoided the nut job had it not been for Revwe who gave her a nudge at the worst moment causing her to fall at the feet of the lunatic goblin.

Not believing his little green luck, the looney cackled with glee and began hacking. Only when the saw ran out of fuel did the ref dare approach the homicidal maniac and drag him off the field. Even in the penalty box he continued swinging the now useless saw over his head to the mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

The teams returned to the locker room and Revwe could do nothing but stare at the pitch. Kondor smiled. Fortunes had turned and now Kondor knew that he was truly in control of the Archers of Avelon.
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