He has become his name: A shadow of death, forever bonded to those around him. He follows like a cold chill, an unshakable feeling of dread forever around his target.

"Relax, rookie. I'll get the ball to you. And when that big Orc over there kills you before you score, I'll get it back from him. Then I'll give it to someone else. And they'll lose it, too. And then I'll get it back, and I'll make sure to kick the Orc this time."

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Xanthar Wailingblade loves playing defense almost as much as throwing the football. His instincts on both sides of the pitch are uncanny, and it may be more than coincidence that he passed the 30 spp mark the same game that Dryxolis Bloodrage did, as their fates now seem intertwined.

Xanthar Wailingblade also holds the unique distinction of intercepting two passes in one game.

Lucius Swordstab was the only member of the Pillagers who could stand Galaran Firebrand, and the two became fast friends on a team and in a society where friendship is hard to come by. This little fact was due mainly to Lucius sharing the same giant-sized ego that pervaded Firebrand. He doesn't see the front line as a place of dishonor, but rather as a place to show his superiority above all others. He plays to honor his fallen best friend and the team he helped bring to the forefront.

Dryxolis Bloodrage was born into wealth and power, and it shows. Arrogance to spare and a secret and expensive training regimen has made the young blitzer a true terror in his own right, wholly self-confident and aware of his own destiny.

He is the epitome of what a Pillager is: Unable to function as a team but good and agile enough to get away with it. Whether he can take his focus off of himself and place it upon winning is to be seen, but given the record of the Pillagers, hope is slim.