I am glad I won't be playing dwarves again.
I only have to worry about every squishy-hunting, block and tackle-heavy team left, naturally. Fun times had by all.
In other news:
"Mazzzzz, get your sssscaly butt to trainin'... what do you mean, retired? We have ssssskaven to play againssst!"
Thanks to a combination of lingering injuries and spiralling TV, Mazz, injured Stormer runner, has hung up his helmet and settled in next to Jell, broken-necked catcherskink. That still leaves the Skaven side with a hefty half a million gold pieces' worth of inducements, and that buys... oh, shit. Fucking Morg'n Thorg. Of course. And a pair of kegs of Bloodweiser.
This may not be a great thing for the Stormers.
The Skinks lose the toss and the rats elect to kick, setting up with a rather daunting amount of muscle on the line of scrimmage, courtesy of a rat ogre and a normal ogre. Both teams line up and the ball goes skywards, although the skinks are first off the line as the ball is hoofed into the air, and make use of the quick snap on offer. The initial drive is hard and fast, but it goes pretty appallingly as first Tyrr fumbles the pickup, and Garr fails to handle the hand-off. In response, Morg 'n' Thorg murders the fuck out of Takk the Orcabreathed, the apothecary doing more harm than good and just cementing the ex-Stormer's fate. With the ball hurled off-pitch and back on, Modifiable Snarl finds himself in posession, and then rapidly surrounded by fellow skaven players as he heads into their half with little in the way of defence.
Rather shocked at how quickly Takk went down, the skinks are in virtually no position to strike back or defend, and although a number of skinks and veteran Mejj manage to get back, Novv gets a smashed collar bone trying to slip away and tackle in an already futile gesture. In their futile defence, Ravv ends up being smashed into the ground, and doesn't get back up. He won't. Ever. Manner Pylon don't even move, instead making the skinks know that they came to the wrong fucking blood bowl pitch today.
The skinks can't really respond, although Mejj scores a lucky injury on Scalpad as the rest of the team moves to defend. Jarr goes down, but is thankfully only unconscious, although Modifiable shoves Mejj out of the way in a blitz, and easily runs in the ball.
The ball is kicked off with much the same setups, although this time it goes high to land neatly in Weyy's claws. With little else to do, after the push goes badly, the skinks consolidate around Weyy, forming a feeble fucking barrier. Rexx gets bought down and is knocked out similarly, leaving a sincere lack of skink muscle available... although after this game they're not looking to have any at all left. With a risky maneuver, Weyy sprints forth and hands off to Irzz who slips past Skread Venom with little effort. Garr goes to cover him, but a failed blitz shoves him into the injury box, despite being the only one in a condition to do so, although Irzz quickly follows him with a similarly smashed chest that looks to end his career as well. An attempt to bring the Nuffle-cursed ratogre down ends about as well as one might expect, even with half the available members of the team piling on.
Vorr manages a backflip trying to slip away from the ratogre to bring down ball-carrying Quyamute, but it goes about as well as one expects, the rat running towards the endzone without so much as a worry, and the scoreline ends 2-0 with one half played, and only half the Stormers in any state to play. Jarr wakes up, but that's more than could be said about the five dead and injured.
As the ball goes skyward at the new half, both teams' fans cheer loud enough to bolster their respective sides, although in part that may be sympathy cheers for the Stormers. While the beatdown at this point is nothing spectacular, a fumbled catch by Quyamute gives the Stomers a chance to respond. Theoretically, anyway, because there's no muscle tobreah through and no numbers to overwhelm. Quyamute recovers the ball and sprints forth, backed up by Knidle. Four Stormers converge, but it's fairly trivial for the rats to knock them away, and although Quyamote doesn't make any progress, most of the rest of his team arrives to back him up.
Predictably, there's nothing the skinks can do save for throw bodies at the problem, and despite that Quyamute breaks forth and scores handily.
At the kickoff, the skink supporters keep screaming for some Nuffle-known reason, but the ball sails far and is handed back to Tyrr, taking a line on the front for once, and a paltry skink defence covers his escape. For all the good it does, as Deelutch shuts him down with a tackle. Knidle blade makes a dash for the ball, but stacks it and very nearly dies if it weren't for the apothecary on hand to merely leave him with a broken neck. Sorr goes to cover, and Tyrr scrambles up, slipping away from the diving Quyamute to grab the ball and score in a futile gesture.
Rexx still stays unconscious. The ball goes high and the rats get s quick snap, shifting forward to lay the hurt on the skink side. Leetwo picks up and tosses to Weeutch, but Morg 'n' Thorg fails to bring down Vorr. Tezz shoves the ball-carrying Weeutch back, but there's little else they can do. Weeutch darts forward, supported by Leetwo, and while Tyrr brings down Weeutch and snaps his arm, he goes unconscious himself, and the ball is left uncovered and within scoring distance, which, despite the dwindling clock, Manner Pylon don't take. Weyy passes to Sorr who catches and runs upfield, but can't reach the endzone in time.
The Stormers troop off, disgruntled and thoroughly crippled, although at least the surviving teammembers get a plus-sized barbecue for once. Garr gets MVP for being utterly unable to hold a ball, while Scalpad Venom gets his for being injured.
(...Fuck this game. 1ST Skinks, one of which is a ball carrier, two fatalities. Four players I need to replace. Thanks a fucking lot, Nuffle.)
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