“Season 1 The Fox Hunt- Chapter 5 Mystery meat

Fox Meadows takes to the tunnel. “Lets go get them” Harold Crumpetarse says, running to the Orc's famous Beef cake stall.

“Harold focus on the game mate this could be ours”, Fox snorted. It was too late though Harold was busy stuffing the famous beef cakes in his mouth while the squad was setting up on attack. The whole week had been an interesting one without Enric there was a quiet harmony in the squad Travis Hotwing had almost said two words to Fox and Silus Rothorn had maybe smiled.

The Brutal Beef cakes had been having a middling season with a few too many players ending up in the morgue. They had certainly looked competitive and their own star quarterback Montana had gone on the record saying he would rip Fox’s head off himself “an send it back to the Shrinker”. The story about the sports psychologist had rumbled on through the Blackwater bugle them claiming it was against the league rules and the Commissioner Ramchop was said to be looking into it.

The Beefcakes kicked off and Fox was quick to pounce on the ball he sprinted deep into the back field patiently hoping his team would make a gap. To his surprise the squad were doing just that. Lucky the troll wa one of the first to go down taking a swift boot to the hip from Cornileus Velvetfoot leaving the poor brute maimed. Grifter hammered Big Tony into the ground and other orcs seemed to be being carted off. Fox sprinted up the side line and launched a perfect spiral to Travis Hotwing and he fended off the hit to score.

The squad went crazy. Fox grabbed Harold to hug his wee pal. Getting close to Harold though was difficult and the Halfling was slobbering intensely with blood round his mouth and a wild look in his eye. “Harold?” Fox queried, it was too late though Mad head screamed at the canteen staff t get into line, somehow the dwarf ending up in the catering sack rather than the dugout. This actually seemingly worked out well Madhead seemingly placing a hot dog in the refs hand just at the time he was marching Velvetfoot to the dungeon changing the officials mind.

The Mob lined up and Fox pushed hard but true to form Montana pounced on him and darkness came over Fox.

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Coming to Fox heard they were 2-0 up and Silus Rothorn had crossed the chalk. Lucius Lichenfeet was telling Fox how Harold had seemingly thrown the ball at Silus in some kind of anger fit.

Back on the defensive line the Madheads saw out the half. Fox went again to talk to Harold but he was just rocking in the corner of the changing room. “Whats wrong with him Lucius?” Fox inquired. “Buggered if I know lad Meat sweats? Lets get out there and win this!”
The halfling was right the game needed to be finished.

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With depleted personnel the Beefcakes again lined up aggressively and looked to pound the Mountain mob. Fox was quietly impressed by Jimmy the Hammer and Stanley Firebrand’s defence much as they hit the ground they continued to get up. This allowed the likes of Briskett when he wasn’t sniffing his own arse to move in on the ball carrier. Grifter worked in tandem with his adopted son to spill the ball from the Orcs. Again Fox found Hotwing in the open and knew he couldn't miss. 3-0.

It was Just looking too good and Madhead was happily hugging the vendors in the shack presumably thinking they were his assistants and players.

“One last big defensive drive” Rothorn said turning to Fox, “If I free the ball you can get it to Hotwing?” he asked.

“Count on it” Fox said, feeling confident.

The Orcs came out firing but luckily they got penned into the side of the pitch with all the usual big hitters tied up. Fox took matters into his own hand and sprinted up to smash Montana. He then went to get the ball but missed. Play moved round Fox and a real tight space saw Harold sprinting up with a crazed look in his eyes. He leapt into what only could be described as a flying spinning Head butt. Straight into the chin of Soprano the Blitzer with only 8 games to his name slumped to the floor lifeless.

Watching Fox now with the ball in his hand suddenly dropped it as the final whistle blew. “Harold” he screamed “What the Hell was in that beef cake.”

Harold seemed to be coming out of his frenzy the knock to his own head “Buggered if I know mate!”
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