Thantoldas Gains a Strength

Lyien Lassraielen and Thantoldas Nallelwa sat in brooding silence in the elven club house nursing their scraped and bloodied bodies. Those team members still breathing, and conscious were in a similar state around them.

"I just don't know what happened" said Lyien. "Those Norse were ruthless"
"You know what we did wrong?" asked Thantoldas, though it was plain he was about to answer his own question. "We hired another quick lad with good hands. Poor rookie, he never even got a touchdown." Thantoldas paused as he thought about how he was once a rookie catcher himself. "What we really needed was someone who could throw the ball."

"Yeah well it won't do no good if there's no one left standing to catch it" Lyien moaned, "I've gotta learn how to duck and weave better, I don't want to end up like Calrennin, he still hasn't regained consciousness, I don't think he's going to be able to play next week."

"And you" accused Lyien "Your supposed to be my guard aren't you? time to take a shot of concrete, and harden the f@%k up"

"Right" said Thantoldas, taking this as an affront. "Double training this week, your going to learn how to dodge if it kills you, because I'm going to be the one putting on your ass, and then you can tell me how hard I am!"

Cue Training Montage....

.... cue eye of the tiger soundtrack

The following week the Twicksters All Stars march onto the field led by a more confident Lyien Lassraielen and a much more buff Thantoldas Larentholial, the straps of his old playing gear straining against newly developed muscles. At their heal strode the teams new thrower Castien Noroos.

Look out FNF league, The Twicksters are determined to win back a little elven pride.