“The Fox Meadows saga- Season 2 Out Foxed

Chapter 6- Daylight Burglary

Fox squinted across the paddock. "How many Ogres did you say they were allowed on the pitch Harold!" "Don't worry about the Ogres. I am just glad there is something smaller than me I can hit." Said Harold Crumpetarse. The hulking shapes of the Burglars were lumbering into some sort of warm up. Involving kicking their runts up the field and laughing.

The Burglars had belonged to the Deserted Isles league as long as living memory could serve. Before arriving they spent a time bullying squads in the Southern Waste lands. Team Captain Chop was an ogre of pedigree. Blood bowl leagues around the Old world widely respected and celebrated the legends feats on the pitch and though the game hadn't made him completely punch drunk many wondered how much longer the skipper could go on. The young Bazza was widely tipped to supersede Chop in the future and had a keen eye on the captain's armband.


"Right lads!" said Fox rallying the troops “This is our time we have make a stand.” He looked around at the squad brightly looking toward him. New player Jonty, a local Deserted Isles butcher, had been cajoled into turning out for the Madheads by Harold who had met him while shopping for Veal pies. “Hit em yer say Fox!” Jonty said staring at his clenched weathered fists. “Yes tear their damn Heads off Jonty”. Briskets forked tongue licked his nose the strange beast seemed non the wiser to the plan.

The Burglars lined up to kick and things couldn’t have gone better. Apart from the new Dwarf Slayer Grog hitting the Astro turf in front of Fox. Fox had been looking to flex a pass up to Travis who was tearing up the field. He did finally get the ball off to him but it seemed like the Burglars had grown wise to this. Quickly hemming in the attack. Luckily for the Madheads Jonty the butcher had Foxes mantra ringing in his head and he was carving a green path through the middle of the field. Gnoblars pleading to not be hit in front of him. Quickly the Burglars looked out numbered. Then an all to familiar darkness came over Fox as he was blindsided and taken unconscious.

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Waking up to the noxious smell of pastry and oily meat Fox quickly came around. “What the hell happened!” He shouted at Harold.

“Oh Sorry said Harold the grease just splurted out on to you, mate.” said Harold sheepishly.

“No in the bloody game mate”

“Oh we are one nil down the Burglars got the ball”.

Fox leapt up and signalled to Madhead he was ready Madhead of course didn’t see and was too busy pushing Lucius Lichenfeet out the dugout saying get on that line Douglas the Halfling desperately trying to point out Magoo’s error before finding himself staring down the front line of Murgatroid and Pearl.
In Defense Fox pushed up the centre thinking that he could possibly get the sack in.

Instead he found himself clotheslined by the Julian and then a rapidly assembled Gnoblar hit squad rained down there feet upon him before he was out again.

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