“The arena fills, and the Clint Eastwood roles enter with such an ominous prescence that some of the Grandarchers were literally crapping their pants and were too afraid to play. Their star dragon did not show due to being "arrested" (coward!), the lion was scared so much out of his wits that he didn't know who or where he was half the time, and the media were slagging the high elves and their fans turned their backs. The undead were busy packing weapons for extra punch, and Count Von Drakenbourg was hired. A bad day to be a Grandarcher, one might think.

Clint Eastwood roles receive and charge into the elves, but only manage glancing blows and do no real damage until the first foul, but the ref is alert and sends off immediately. This rallies the Grandarchers who sneak in for a quick TD. Clint's blocks for the rest of the half continue to be mediocre at best, and barely manage to tie the game up at the final play of the half. The weather was so brutally hot that players on both sides had to take breaks.

Second half, the undead fall apart under some brutal bad breaks and several blitzes from the high elves on kickoffs. These elves were tweaking every advantage that came their way, including a heatstroke that left all but 6 undead players in a sweaty heap in the dugout.

After 2 games of steamrolling dwarves and orcs, leaving bodies in piles on the pitch, the Eastwood Roles were simply eager to spill high elf blood, but they could not get the hard hits on the agile ones.

Congratulations to the Grandarchers who got brilliant performances from those brave enough to play, and who overcame a daunting team with skill and timing.
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