In only his second game with The Vipers Brian became a team hero.
Hunted down by the Necromantic filth he was a marked man. However Brian stood tall and proud. A voice in the croud called out "Bwian, Bwian.... Where is Bwian?"
People looked around, who was this Bwian? Suddenly it became apparent. Dragging himself to his feet and clearing his head after another cheap shot from the undead he sees a wolf on the floor.
With all his might he runs over and kicks that wolf so hard that several teeth fly across the field. The wolf won't be playing again today folks.

With his blood pumping, he faces up to the undead again and again. Putting his life on the line to protect his Vampire masters.

Even at the end of the game with victory ensured, Brian will not sit still. He pushes the assistant coaches and other hangers on out of his path striding to the frontline. Tapping his teammate on the shoulder he faces up to the Necro offence. "I got this" he cried.

Depsite being knocked to the floor again by a dirty kick he leaps up as the final whistle goes. Victory never tasted so good.