“Thunder cracks over the hills! Let black winds and howling cries herald the wheels of fire! Coming to your town and bring bladed hand and hearts of steel! We are here for slaughter...and not for the innocent.

Hail to Deepstone Rocket who catches the ball from Troll and whirlwinds to the goal line! Bring the first TD of the game!

And to Dread Scott, fists like hammers! Death came fast! full speed thy hands of Doom met Flee's neck, and his body was a corpse before it hit the ground. None could see what ye did...save the chariot wheel marks upon Flee's chest!

But as dominate we were in the beginning, we fell to the skill wrestle in single combat! Each time with ball in hand, we yield! The Elves had speed of their own, and made duel touchdowns ignoring the fright of our "Snow Bear"!

But we ride away with coins! Saved for the return of the warlord, Trail of Flames!

Yarr!”