“Walk down the wrong alley in Sin City and you can find almost anything...

Marv rounded the corner to the gym and stubbed his toe on a root lying across the sidewalk. With a grumble he stomped on it only to have a branch smack him in the head. He turned to wreak havoc on the offending tree only to be surrounded by no less than 14 pint sized brawlers.

"Ok, so is the circus in town or did I miss the memo on the midget convention?" he growled only to be swamped by the hoard of marshmallow fists.

Luckily for Marv, Hartigan was headed to the same gymn and started pulling munchkins from the cursing monster. It was then that Hartigan noticed one wore a blood bowl jersey with number 10. "Lets settle this on the pitch." he shouted and the miniatures howled in glee.

"I'll see you chumps at the stadium." said the captain and the band left with a pair of ambling trees in tow. This was going to be interesting.

When the match actually arrived, there was less drama in the outcome of the match than expected. But the crowd was satisfied by the copious amounts of blood. Deadly little Miho. With a flip of her wrist and the flash of a hidden blade, Crocus was turned into a PEZ dispenser. Not to be outdone by the Valkyrie at his side, Dwight throttled Tulip as the ref was watching the ball.

Kondor smiled as the team left the field. Sure they were midgets he thought. But any win against an excellent coach is a good win.
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Thanks for the match Verminardo. I look forward to another one.”