Wardancer really went that extra mile today.

Given his nickname by his fans, Wardancer loved watching Bloodbowl when he was younger. In fact, the part he liked the most was when Lord Borak would stam...well, let's just say, his second favourite part was he loved the way that a wardancer would leap into a cage, punch down the ball carrier and dance out.

For Wardancer, it became a life long obsession to combine the two paths. Whenever a cage of players formed in front of him, he'd lower his head and charge the front, often spearing the ball carrier on his horns. The team formed around his singular desire, and proudly waved the banner of Wardancer.

Finally, for Wardancer, the blessing he craved came against some dwarves. There must have been a Chaos god watching, as in the first half, he tore the boiler of a Deathroller asunder on a mighty charge. In the second, he felt the rage and power of Chaos rise in him, blinding him for 4 long turns. As his vision came back, clearer, he noticed that the ball was dropped, in enemy hands, and marching for an equalising touchdown with his team outnumbered. Twice he charged, and twice, he smashed through the dwarven screen, pummelled the ball carrying dwarf into the turf and ran away with the ball clutched under one meaty arm.

The chaotic forces ebbed and flowed around him, granting him the true blessing of Chaos. As the cheers from the beasts in the audience died down, and the screams of the ritual sacrifices faded into nothingness, Wardancer stood with a second mighty head.

Four horns, two hooves, one mighty charge. No ball carrier is safe from the Wardancer!