Yes, I know, I know... Already been lynched as I made my way back to the mineshaft. Got a pickaxe stuck in ... well... you know us dwarves. The understanding, gentle sorts. Fact is, got creamed by Wood Elves. Yep, read it right there. Those tree-hugging woosies in tights crunched my dwarves 3-0. One of my blitzers attempted suicide last night. Thank Nuffle he was too short to hang himself proper. Now I know there's a whole legion of you good coaches out there itching to give me a piece of your mind... so shoot, cos' I got to face this cavalçade of prancing pansies again pretty soon, and there ain't no way he's getting away from full-scale massacre and a world of pain. Short-legged pain. Slow pain. Dwarven pain. PS: Both teams are in the beginning phases. He's got the full compliment of specialists, as well as me. None of us have big guys.