good little toastboy was a soldier. He knew the risks, but never backed off from it. Born without natural talent, he signed on anyway to make a difference. No one could have foreseen his first match will be his last.
The crowd goes nuts as the physicians confirmed that good little toastboy.. is indeed...toast. They scraped what's left of him into a sack, to be delivered to his next of kin. But the game must go on.
Outcasts gets hold of the elusive ball and tries to take it a little too far.
The little git fell over himself and spills it much to the booing of the crowd. The knights will capitalize.
Jaedar gets up, to the glee of the crowd, should he get pushed back on the next turn, they get to tear him apart.
Not if Gondolin has something to say about that!
Slamming against the rat's back, Gondolin grounded the sucker and shared a brofist with his comrade in arms. Jaedar is safe, for now.
The ball is still up for grabs as XenomorphII vents his frustration on a nearby goblin, to no avail.
Whitewolf suddenly signals for the ball! Azira acknowledges and makes a mad dash for it.
There's the matter of handing it off....
The exchange is GOOD! GO WHITEWOLF!
Off he goes!
CAN HE TAKE IT FURTHER?
YES HE CAN! JUST . ONE. MORE. STEP.
Meanwhile, Humpalekka trashes a Skaven Blitzer.
While stabby dodges out of the tackles to safety.
END OF KNIGHTS TURN! A touchdown should be coming soon....
But for now, the Outcasts gets a gobbo next to Whitewolf!
Jaeder and Gondolin failed to stop that knocked down thrower!
Phew.
*reroll.*
FUCK.
Disbelieving, Whitewolf fell backwards, glory and the ball slipping from his hands... right into the crowd. They tossed the ball back into play, calling him a loser.
To make matters worse...
The Outcasts completes a pass - baffling everyone in the stadium!
Curses and swears left the knights mouth as the gobbo makes a break for it. Only Angelo85 is within striking distance of the breakaway git - that is , if he can make it past the Troll on his turn. But the Outcasts decides not to leave it to chance, and tell the Troll to swing away. Angelo85 prayed for a miracle.
And gets it! IT'S THE KNIGHT'S TURN! ONE SHOT AT GLORY!
Hellraiser rushes into tackling distance!
Angelo85's moment of glory has arrived. For the lineman, there's no moment like this. When the whole team is pinning their hopes on them. Succeed, and he will prevent a Touchdown. Fail, and he gets the blame.
Oh come on, reroll?
Fuck it. Angelo85 leapt off his feet slamming himself against the gobbo, both players went to the floor. Unfortunately for Angelo85, he hits a rock on the way down, stunning himself in the process. TURNOVER. THE DANGER IS STILL THERE!
From one lineman to another - only Hellraiser stands between the ball and the gobbo. One dodge, that's all it takes for the git to scoop it up...
eyes on the git, Hellraiser, eyes on the git... he chanted to himself. Only to turn around and seeing a dust cloud charging at him!
If he falls here..he would...no wait, that fist, he can dodge it... and the troll would just...miss it...if he can just....
...YES! The Outcasts coach, alarmed with the proceedings, shouted several frantic commands to the troll to correct his aim. To no avail..
A loud slam echoed in the arena as the massive troll was brought down, the crowd disbelieving.
No more second chances. This ain't Shira Oka.
Jaedar blitzes, freeing Humpalekka!
XenomorphII pushes a path! It's now down to Humpalekka!
He gets it! And hands it over to Hellraiser!
Who runs forth ~
to make a short pass to Azira!
No good! Azira loses his nerves! But a shouted instruction from the stands brought him back to attention! He
will try. Again.
IT's GOOD!
Plenty of cover now for Azira.
Stabby completes a dodge out as the timer runs down.
The Outcasts will try to stop them now.
The troll remain stuck in retardo land.
Out of ideas, the Outcasts toss a git into the skirmish.
With a rat thrower blitzing the cage's edge.
No dice. Hellraiser dragged him down into the mud. Turn over!
There's no way we can fuck this up.
Azira hands it over to stabby, who glances at the end zone. He
will score. He can't stop now. Not for anything.
But he stopped. Changing his mind.
And moved in anyway.
His last step proved nearly his undoing...but shouts from the bench - and images of the dead little toastboy pushed his toe through.
Finally, he stops at the end line and gently planted the sacred prize on the line.
There was silence.
Before much rejoicing.
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