“Into the meatgrinder jumps two teams! Sixteen turns of uninhibited violence and bloodshed leaves neither team unscathed! Fight til the last of thy enemy chokes on his own blood and feed his soul to the void!

Hail to Faceless Rider! Surrounded by the decay and skulls, he dashes across the field and heaves mightily upon the head of a fallen blitzra! With a piercing crack, the neckbone yields to charioteer and the great head of Marco becomes the Rider's trophy! Still hissing with unlife, it scowls while dangling upon twine on the chariot! Whisper, guardian of death, the secrets of the underworld!

And to Biondi, ride home after thy body is broken into oblivion! Decimated by a mummy beyond even thy mother's recognition, ye pass over the bridge of death, into the molten wastelands of Hades! Thy destiny is not to serve in Heaven, but one day...rule in Hell!

Hail!
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