“It was a scorching day in the wastelands when the Legion met up with the puny Slaanesh cultists.

The first half saw the Legion receive. Following the instructions of the coach, Jigrim reluctanctly picked up the ball.
Quickly, the game devolved into a chaotic battle in the middle of the pitch, just as Khorne (and Nuffle) intended.
The cultists had to retrieve the ball twice after the pesky assaults of the daemonettes, but finally managed to score on the last turn.
However, the most important battle was lost : no lasting damaged inflicted by the Legion, while the claws of the Viragos quickly spilled the blood of several of our warriors, including the Mad Skull.


In the second half, the Slaanesh men outnumbered us. Kragbon the Skullbender was busy clawing the water seller when the ref launched the game.
Our opponents still decided to avoid us like the cowards they are, running away towards our endzone to score early.

The Legion had to receive and try to go for the win, but this ball thingy landed far away in our territory.
Finally Aghond killed a little cultist brave enough to face him on the los and he was clearly not in the mood to come back to help the Khorne cultists back there. If they can't handle themselves, they don't deserve to serve the Blood God.
Unfortunately, the daemonettes and their weak magic was enough to steal the ball and they scored on their last turn with a smile on their face.

But it was not finished. The violent fans of the Legion were left hungry for more, and if the match couldn't bring them the blood they wanted, they decided they had to do it themselves.
A riot erupted and the nervous ref delayed the end of the game while running away from the pitch.
The daemons were eager to continue the battle but at that moment, Ingeprix had a stroke of genius : a magnificient pass to his buddy Vucius to get a draw and save face against these disgusting Slaanesh followers !
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