And the long drought seems over! In their unprecendented second win in a row, the Tuskmusters beat the Nobles of Pig Hill reasonably fair and square - with only a few fouls here and there, but as the ref didn't see them, so didn't you, and don't let my spiked club deter you from claiming otherwise.
No...? Thought so.
First half, and the elves chose to kick to their opponents. A wise move, it seemed at first, as the orcs took their sweet time rolling their cage up the field and suffered a mis-step within smelling range of the touchdown line. But Prince Moranion, their star player, had by then long since retired into the KO box, and refused to leave the Bloodweiser Barrel unguarded for the rest of the game. Orc thrower Chuck Lobba had chosen to run with the slow cage, and found himself right next to the dropped ball, walking it over the line mere moments before the first half was over. The elves tried their one-turn-touchdown shenanigans as their last play that half, but their choreography didn't pay off.
Second half, the kid gloves came off. While the Tuskmusters' tusks couldn't breach skimpy high elf armour before, now they sent pointy ear after pointy ear into the KO box or the casualties, too fast for their apothecary to decide which illuminated soul to save. Some of these casualties, to be fair, were the result of unwise or unlucky dodges, but Tootvale sure didn't complain when they found themselves with only three more opponents on the pitch. This time, it was blitzer Grub Takklgrabba who scored the touchdown, only the second in his short and bloody career.
All in all an unlucky turn for the Nobles, who mourn the loss of one of their number - we just weren't sure which one as their roster and their kit numbers didn't always match. Looks like Elf's back on the menu, boys.
|Posted Mon Jan 14 2019 16:44:47 by Bron