After the bloodbath of a game vs the Revenge Street Reapers, "Scuttle" Turpentine took the loss personally. Not even his brother was able to get through to him, as he trained day and night, never even sleeping. Though his mental health suffered understandably, the good news is that his effort paid off! He's never been better at picking up the ball, and has ways of evading even the most tenacious opponents.

Ol' Split Claw is thirsting for blood! After his rampage in the first game, it took the entire team to subdue him, before he finally calmed down. The issue was later found in that nobody had bothered to feed him, before the match! Thus, the cretaceous crustacean was beside himself with frustration, as no matter how hard he swung, his limbs never did more than pass through the Haunted Spirits of the Revenge Street Reapers, and the wraiths were too agile to suffer many wounds.
To add insult to injury, all the foes he smacked around regenerated, and rejoined the match on the next drive.

In the Runners' second game, Ol' Split Claw felt the touch of a familiar hand, and resisted his unending hunger for destruction. With exact precision, he sent Xavier Clearwing flying down the pitch, to land on his feet, and run in the first and only Nautican touchdown of that game.

After the second game, he felt a new rage burning inside of him, the team's loss cutting deep, even with his fantastic throw. The next time he has the enemy within his grasp, he'll tear them apart with even more fervor than before.

In his fifth match, he learned that decaying flesh tastes just as good as fresh blood.

Alas, sabotage! Came the cry in the first game. Someone had snuck into Ol' Split Claw's enclosure, and slipped him some drugged meat during his pre-game fast. As a result, the crab's hunger was momentarily quelled, his fury dampened, as he stood in a stupor, whilst the first minutes of the match raged on around him. Nevertheless, as moments passed, the sight of the sharks awoke something deep inside of him. The so-called Alpha Predators of the sea... By rights, that title should be /his/. Wading into the fray, Ol' Split Claw slammed back and forth, effortlessly cleaving his way through the cultist's ranks, eventually landing a punishing blow on a certain Blackfin.

Ol' Split Claw had awoken, and by the gods, they would pay.

His trusty crab was killed in the first few minutes of his first ever match, but Bubbles refused to let that stop him! After 'acquiring' a new mount from a 'reputable' source, he has gotten back in the metaphorical saddle, and is ready for revenge!

Why metaphorical, you ask? You see, Bubbles rides Bareback!

The older brother of the fallen "Scupper" Jackson.

When he got the news of his brother's death, he mounted up on his favored crab, and set off to enact his revenge. With every passing day, he waits for the faithful news that they'll play the Revenge Street Reapers once more, and lies awake at night imagining the cruelty he'll inflict upon Dimefox Winston.

A loose cannon, who disobeyed orders notably during the match. Flinging explosive orbs around with little concern for his team, this summoned creation has been put under close watch by his shamanistic creators, who might decide to replace him, should he continue to disappoint.

In the second game, the Barnacle Bunch drew far too much enemy attention, to properly execute orders. However, as he served remarkably well as a punching bag, the coach has chosen to not reprimand him.

In his game against the Crimson Fins, The Barnacle Bunch performed wonderfully, even disobeying orders to take the better shot, at points. Though his skill has remained constant, at the moment, he's earned the respect of the rest of his team.

Faced with a line of three furious, armed wraiths, Sinker didn't flee from the fight! Instead, he dodged assault after assault, earning himself a celebratory punch in the face by his comrades at the end of the match, while they carried Scupper's corpse off of the pitch.