“Kondor crossed the pitch and shook hand with Coach Kiwi. These type of matches were the reason Kondor had chosen to coach bloodbowl. Sure, the blood is cool and all, but competition is the most enjoyable thing.

Here is another reason to never, ever give up. Down 2-0 early in the first half after the rookie thrower misshandled a short throw, the Mimes worked down the field to get on the board before half.

The second half saw an elf lineman unable to pick up the ball, and the Mime Machine came in to scoop it up and work their way to the endzone for the evening score.

Now, neither team would be satisfied with a draw. The Hercynia sent an elf on a mad dash down the southern side as the mimes had drawn up a perfect defense, and lagging back held great risks. It proved folly because Dominique found another elf to help out, and together they blitzed and took the ball carrier down.

As the ball popped from the wood elf grasp, Clotilde rushed down the field as quickly as her legs could carry her knowing that she was the only one fast enough to get to the endzone. She thought she was free and clear when she was hit by a pair of woodies and sent sprawling.

Undaunted, she managed to regain her feet, and give everything she had to reach the endzone. She looked back, and saw the rookie thrower had the ball but she was a long way away. The bomb lifted into the air, and sailed perfectly into Clotilde's hands for the winning score.

In all the celebration, of the TD, the band rushed the field, and the Mimes headed for the locker room. Then the ref blew the whistle and shouted for the Mimes to kick off. There was mayhem as the field was cleared once again. With only time for a kickoff, Kondor prayed to Nuffle for no injury time. That minor prayer was answered and the clock ran out on the match.

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Thanks for the match Kiwi. Rematch any time.”