““Do you think they are the actual Titans of legend?” asked Ortalion as the two teams warmed up for the match in.

Nienna snorted. “I don’t believe in Nuffle, and I certainly don’t believe in Cronus. They are dark elves with an even more inflated ego. They will bleed just like any other inbred dog.”

Kydeth shrugged. “I hope the only place I see them is on this field. If there is an afterlife I hope that elf Hades is not in charge.”

“Maybe.” Chimed in Revwe. “I will tell you I don’t like the way Hera keeps staring at my face. It is creepy. I don’t know if she wants to kill me or take me home.”

Nienna poked her. “You already know the answer to that. Both is the correct answer.”

As they chatted, the mobster coach C9805222 stood proudly but slowly stumbled across the field leading the witch elf Hestia. Both wore matching leather studded collars, and the collars were joined by a six foot long bronze chain. As always, C98 was dressed to excess. This time he wore slightly more clothing than his companion. In the nice weather he was shirtless but sported a tweed ivy cap and matching tweed slacks. Thick gold chains hung around his neck and in his hand he carried gold and ivory gentleman’s cane for flair.

When he reached Kondor, he offered a vile of the white powder that he had not bothered to wipe off of his speckled face.

Kondor politely declined the offer but stared intently at the collars worn by Hestia and C98 before it finally dawned on him.

“You must shop at the same merchant as Coach Rbthma. I shall have to visit him. Clearly I am behind when it comes to Blood Bowl coach fashion trends.” Said Kondor. “Is she going to take the chain from you before she starts playing, or will you be participating in the match today?”

The clearly euphoric C98 simply shrugged and it was obvious that he frankly did not care. His normally beady steel eyes were soft, and while the jaw was still set, chiseled, and hard, it was obvious that he had not shaved in days. Hestia had taken on at least a week long joy ride that did not seem to be at a conclusion.

The horn sounded for the teams to take the field and Hestia hesitated only a moment before unhooking her end of the chain and lovingly placing it in C98’s hand. She hissed something quietly into his ear, then blew a kiss to Kondor and jogged to take her place on the field. Looking at C98, Kondor found that in the place of his normal hard set jaw was an ear to ear smile.
Silently Kondor wished he had the courage to follow a witch elf back to her den.

The game itself was a close affair. These two teams knew and despised one another. Blades crossed and boots rained as the referee simply got out of the way. In the end, the scoreboard read 3-2 archers but only the Titans had inflicted 5 injuries to zero by the Archers. The teams would deem it another split decision.

As soon as the final horn sounded Hestia came back to C98, took the chain from his hand, and refastened it to her collar. C98 had not moved an inch but when she gave the chain a little tug he stood. Hestia then extended a hand to Kondor invitingly.

Kondor looked at Hestia, and looked at the chain. It took every ounce of will power his mind and body could muster but he looked her in the eye and simply said “No.”

Hestia smiled, shrugged, and handed a small leather pouch to C98. He opened it, smiled more broadly, and then the two of them jogged back towards the visitor locker room.

Kondor managed to pull his eyes away from the witch before she disappeared through an open door. One day a dark elf would lead him down that path. However, he was certain that if he ever went down that road he would never come back.

“Good luck Coach.” Whispered Kondor then he walked back to his stadium office alone.
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