The Foul Peak Crawlers: Skaven team in the Kislev Conference of the OWCC League
Playoff Match 3, vs Undead Remnants of Kriegfeld, pre-match meeting

Entry 14 - May 25, 2015

The team was in relaxing, with some rats drinking or chatting freely.
"WHAT THE HELL!!!". The thunderous Leilond's voice broke in and the silence was immediate.
"We have a match tomorrow evening, and you're here making party... instead of training on the pitch... ARE ALL YOU CRAZY?"
Only Stilythe the Ghost and The Animal were training. The Gutters was trying to jump over the head of the enormous rat, while the beast tried to catch him with his prensile tail. They stopped suddenly, turning to look at the coach.
Transure the captain took the speach: "Oh... well... coach... we're out of the run for the major... we thought..."
"Oh no!" interrupted The Coach, "You didn't! First of all we're not out of it! Everything can happens! The first two teams can retire from the playoffs, some teams can retire from the OWCC and leave a free space in the majors. And MORE IMPORTANT, we depends on the money our fan bring to the matches! We HAVE to give them a good show, possibly a victory. Or do you all want to end the season with three lost match in a row? Really?"
No one was moving a single finger. The wrath of the coach was not something to play with... Leilond's actions in the orc war were legendary between the rats... they know he battled face to face with an orc hero, and survived.. they know he killed a orc boar rider charging in his face... he could break the neck of any of the rat team without much effort.
Leilond: "Now! I want all you on the training pitch within one minute... you'll face an hell of a training session today... except for you two" he continued pointing at the Rat Ogre and the Gutter runner: "You two will continue with the same you were doing. We need Stilythe to learn to leap over big guys before next season start!"
Flee today to fight tomorrow

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