Snippet #966073

“Collapse that line!”

Splengut continued to bellow the order repeatedly, pointing the way with a long clawed finger as he led the charge towards the human wall. Little did the humans realize that the troll was not the mastermind behind the current offensive. Notoriously dim witted, the hulking simpleton had been fed his marching orders by the tiny green figure stationed next to his side. Only Shimbag himself knew the truth behind the repetitious reciting of the orders out loud. What was surprising about the ordeal was that the lumbering blue-green ox managed to remember the instructions in the first place after taking his first few steps away from the Napoleonic mastermind, let alone lead the battle cry.

A loud bone-jarring thud was followed by an exasperating wheeze from the frail human recipient as the monstrous juggernaut plowed his way forward into the makeshift barrier of flesh and bone. With the ungainly giant spearheading the stampede it wasn’t long before the dexterous assailants flooded forward with enriched confidence. A steady green wave closed in towards the ball keeper as several more humans fell in the oncoming surge of rampaging warriors. Even an industrious gobbo seemingly tied up by a human defender managed to slip in an undetectable foul boot to the fallen slave tossed at his feet. Something has to be said playing such a violent game upon your home court.